Those c***s next door.

Wherever they are
They’ve not been there long,
As the coffee is warm,
And the oven’s still on.

There are clothes on the floor,
And a bed full of sheets,
But when you look close
There is nothing you’d keep.

He took her for a fool as well,
Spending the dwelling’s cost.
Returned home to Sicily
And left her rather lost.

She took turns around the town,
And came back in one piece;
Found the bottom of a bottle
And watched its depth increase.