I'm sorry I fucked your best friend, Lucretia Borgia Though we're frankly surprised you're appalled We thought you'd be ecstatic To see us so happy Being your two closest friends and all
We are not really that thirsty, Lucretia Borgia We will not take two goblets of wine We'd love to sip your chalice But we're due at the Pitti Palace Maybe some other time
I'm grateful for everything you did, Lucretia Borgia And I hope you're not disappointed in me Your legendary parties for wealthy old hearties Were the talk of all Tuscany No I shall not take a walk with your friend Luigi Although as henchmen go he's all right I won't take that walk, and I don't want to talk Maybe some other night
I don't know why it didn't work for us, Lucretia Borgia It wasn't your motto 'Might makes right' I didn't mind your snobbery or your two charming hobbies Vindictive murder and spite Don't show me the door, Lucretia Borgia It leads to the Arno, I know It opens on a stair which leads to a tower Where no-one must go
Your first marriage was anulled Your second husband got killed You slept with your father And sucked your brother's dick But, hey, everybody needs to get a kick out of life Lucretia what are you doing with that knife?
Compositor: Nicholas John Currie ECAD: Obra #5014532