I bet you have your wireless on Standing in the tube listening to this song I bet you had some bad nights drowning in regret ‘Cause you took the easy way out You know I was never too much ‘Cause you’re just not enough Thought you’d be too busy and Too rational to see But after twenty-two days Of all that freedom, boy I bet You’d be thinking of me In my vintage coat When you see a red Vespa driving by Her cruel summer Singing in my room with red wine White and blue A dash of heaven, that cerulean sea I bet you’d be thinking of me You saw some video on the gram And you thought of me but you couldn’t send You found some vintage record store Saw the vinyl that I wanted but you put it back instead The blame was never mine Right girl in your youthful times Thought you’d be too cool to feel and Too good to see But after twenty-two days Of all that leisure boy I bet You’d be thinking of me In my vintage coat When you see a red Vespa driving by Her cruel summer Singing in my room with red wine White and blue A dash of heaven, that cerulean sea You’d be thinking of me In my vintage coat When you see a red Vespa driving by Her cruel summer Singing in my room with red wine White and blue A dash of heaven, that cerulean sea I bet you’d be thinking of me I bet you’d be thinking of me I bet you’d be thinking of me