I had a dream, I was going to France

My bags were packed

with tour books, romance

I got on the plane, and then I found

I was not Paris but Italy-bound

I was not Paris but Italy-bound



All of my friends were on the right flight

What would I do? I hadnt packed right

Its not what Id planned,

my mind spun around

I was not Paris but Italy-bound

I was not Paris but Italy-bound



We landed in Rome, I had to make

The best of what seemed a colossal mistake

But it turned out, as it unwound

I loved Italy, I was spellbound

I loved Italy, I was spellbound



When I got home,

my friends talked of France

They shared their stories;

I watched while they danced

I was sad Id not been there,

but then Id rebound

I was glad I was Italy, not Paris-bound

Because I loved Italy, not Paris, I found



Now I have a child whos not the same

As other children, and its like my dream

Its not what Id planned,

but as its unwound

I m glad I am Italy, not Paris-bound

Because I love Italy, not Paris, Ive found