She cooks cannelloni
and they laugh at each other faces.
They look through the window
and guffaw at the lazy neighbour.
And they thrash about and fall down the hill of the park.
They gape at the shiny colors of the fish in the pond.
Close, close, close,
close to midnight...
She puts on her t-shirt
and they go to the party places.
They smoke marijuana
and feel like they're getting crazy.
And as soon they have the munchies
they go back to her house
with a big bunch of cannoli
and bags under their eyes.