(In Napoli, where love is king,

when boy meets girl, here's what they sing:)

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When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that's amoré.

When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine, that's amoré.

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Bells will ring, ting-a-ling-a-ling, and you'll sing, "Vita bella."

Hearts will play, tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay like a gay tarantella (Lucky fella.)

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When the stars make you drool just like pasta fazool, that's amoré.

When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet, you're in love.

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When you walk in a dream but you know you're not dreaming, Signoré,

'Scusa me, but you see, back in old Napoli, that's amoré.