Each and every day
I think of him
So tender and dear

As if he was here

Offer his witchy words

Sometimes sweet
Sometimes mean


And there will always be
This image of a glamorous scene
When you held the mirror

For Sophia Loren

In his trembling hands

Charmed by her beauty
Although he was gay


Each and every day
I think of him
I never forget

The last time we met

In an open home

So very far away
Still, we are clear
And all the more dear


Telling me yet another time
How he felt

When he held the mirror
For Sophia Loren


In his trembling hands
Shook by her beauty
Although he was gay


Each and every day
I think of him

And his bitter sweet stories
Of the Beatles in London


Way back in the past
Of bus sing reel
And the meeting he's been


And when I think of him
I see him holding the mirror

For Sophia Loren

Knocked out by her beauty

In his trembling hands
In his shaking hands
Knocked out by her beauty


Times on end
Times on end

Times on end