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♪ Hey, mambo! Mambo Italiano! ♪

♪ Hey, mambo! Mambo Italiano! ♪

♪ Go, go, go You mixed up Siciliano... ♪

How can you even have an appetite after what you did?

Marcello won't return my texts and he's sending my calls to voicemail.

He doesn't want anything to do with me anymore.

Oh, please.

They don't need to sell out to JVMA.

You have a vendetta against that company, not me.

I care about Marcello as a person, not as a brand that needs saving.

Well, maybe you can do both.

It's not the first time you mix business with pleasure,

and you're actually quite good at it.

And now I plan to keep them both separate, like you've always advised me to.

Or maybe you've changed.

He was planning to take me to Solitano,

so I'm gonna go and try to find him there.

Only to convince him that you coming to Rome

had absolutely nothing to do with me.

Well, buona giornata, then.

Arrivederci.

["Baba Cool"

Ah.

Buongiorno, bella.

I'm sorry I can't be cute right now.

Nico and I broke up.

What? What happened?

All he cares about is being CEO,

and... and he was trying to control me, and I...

It's just like my dad all over again.

Oh, I'm so sorry, Min.

That's not the worst part.

Thanks to Nico, we just got disqualified from Eurovision.

What? How?

He made "Mon Soleil" the song for his sunscreen,

and he posted it online,

and Eurovision strictly prohibits any commercial use.

You can sue.

Yeah, try telling that to the Eurovision judges. We're out of the competition.

Well, if Nico would do that to you, then Marcello can't trust him either.

Are you kidding? No one can.

I can't talk about this anymore.

How is your romantic weekend going?

Uh, well, it's a long story,

but Sylvie crashed the party and it got a whole lot less romantic.

Wait, if Sylvie crashed, could I crash too?

- I really need to get out of Paris. - Oh, I don't think that's a...

I'll book the afternoon flight.

Just send me the hotel deets. Love you!

Ooh...

Buongiorno.

Where can I find the Muratori headquarters?

Muratori what?

Uh, the offices. The factory.

- Hmm... - Um, Marcello Muratori.

- Ah, Marcello Muratori. - Yeah, sì, Marcello Muratori.

Prego, si accomodi. Un caffè, un cornetto, un cappuccino?

Uh, no, grazie.

Prego, si accomodi.

Um, Emily?

Oui. Uh, I... I mean, sì.

Marcello isn't back from Rome yet, and I thought you were coming with him.

Yes, I was going to, but then there was a change of plans.

Sorry, and you are?

Oh! I'm his mother, Antonia Muratori.

- Oh! - Welcome.

It's so lovely to meet you.

And I was looking forward to meeting this Emily

who Marcello will not stop talking about.

- Really? He talks about me? - Ever since he met you.

But, uh, why are you here alone?

Oh. Uh... I decided to, uh, surprise him.

You can surprise Marcello at lunch. It's Maria's birthday.

Oh, wonderful. Um, who's Maria?

She's one of our fabric cutters. She's been with the company for years.

Oh, that's so nice. Is it a special birthday?

No, but she's special.

Like everyone who works at our company.

They're family to us.

Emily?

What are you doing here?

Surprise.

I was about to show Emily the town.

Okay.

Mmm. Thanks, Mom. I'll take her from here.

So...

you are stalking me now? Hmm?

- No. - Hmm?

No. No. I... I came here because I had absolutely no idea

that my boss was gonna ambush me like that.

I only came to Rome for one reason. To see you.

So, if you still want to, I would love to see your town, as we planned.

Va bene.

Then let's go. Hmm?

So, you told your mother about me?

Okay. I have a confession.

That day in Megève, I cursed myself for not asking for your number.

And I told my mother

I met someone special,

- and I let her get away. - Mmm.

So, she said, if it was meant to be, we would find our way back to each other.

And we did.

Oh, my God. Is that really true?

My mother is a little magical.

- She knows things. - Oh.

And your father?

My father passed away when I was ten.

- Oh. - He was an amazing man.

I'm sorry.

No, it's all right. It's all right.

He accomplished so much.

He grew up here and started a business.

- Very small at first. - Mmm.

And this town was always known

for the special goats that produce our cashmere.

Ah, so you really are a goatherd.

Yes, in a way.

And my father had a philosophy that whatever success he made,

he would share with the entire village.

That is why practically everyone here works for Muratori.

- Mmm. - And we feel responsible for that.

Over the years, we built a wonderful school,

library, even a theater.

We want everyone who works here to be happy.

Because if you're not happy at work, you cannot be happy in life.

Oh, I totally agree.

I've just never heard anyone say it like that before.

And one of the most important ways to happiness is through the stomach.

And that is why at exactly one o'clock,

everyone sits down like a family to eat the most delicious lunch.

Oh, my God.

Salute, Maria!

- Ah! - Salute, Maria!

Cin cin.

Oh, how do you say happy birthday in Italian?

Buon compleanno.

Buon compleanno, Maria!

Grazie mille!

Um, Emily, it's okay to take a picture, but please don't post.

Especially the clothes. It's the number one rule of our company.

Oh, but it's so special. Why not share it?

Because we keep things private intentionally.

No advertising, no social media.

Our customers find their way to us.

Please forgive my mother. She can be a little paranoid sometimes.

Not paranoid. Protective.

Or overprotective, some might say.

Oh, very good, Mamma.

Thank you for showing me your home.

Oh, this isn't my home. That's the next stop.

- Oh, so the tour continues. - Mm-hmm.

After lunch.

Ah!

I can't believe this is where you grew up.

- Mm-hmm. - How can you ever leave?

Yeah, that's the problem. Nobody does.

Aw.

Here is my father.

And my grandfather.

- His father. My sisters. - Mm-hmm.

A lot of cousins. I don't even know all of their names.

Oh, there's so much history here.

Sì.

What are you thinking?

Oh, I'm... I'm not sure you're gonna want to hear it.

Anything you are thinking, I want to hear.

Now that I've seen Solitano, or felt it...

...maybe Sylvie was right.

I know you're planning on selling your company to JVMA,

and I think it's a big mistake.

Okay. And...

How do you know about this?

- It's out there. - Hmm.

Really, I didn't think it was any of my business until I came here, but...

...this place and what your family has created is so special.

Special and stuck in time.

My mother doesn't like change.

But I don't want us to be invisible.

We need to grow and be a bigger part of the world.

So, yes, we have an offer from JVMA we are considering.

They need an answer by the end of the week.

And I know what I want it to be.

So little is left in the world like this.

Your company has a soul, I felt it at the table.

And... And in the quality of what you produce.

And I would hate to see you lose it.

I... I don't plan to lose it.

I want to see us become a real brand like Prada or Gucci.

And for that, we need money.

But I know these people, Marcello, and they are not to be trusted.

I can't believe I'm saying this, but...

Would you consider meeting with us?

Oh.

There we go again.

Back to business.

I'm only saying it because I care about you, and I think we could help.

At least just hear us out.

We have turned down every Italian firm.

Why would we even consider a French one?

Because...

...like you, we are special.

Emily...

I... I think you made a mistake coming here.

I'm sorry.

No, I'm sorry. I...

I shouldn't have. I said too much.

Sometimes I can't help myself.

Let me get someone to help you find your way back to Rome. Hmm?

["Lacrima E Mare"

Renault Cinq Commercial Take 3.

And cut!

Bene. Ne facciamo un'altra.

Hey, Sylvie, what a nice surprise.

What brings you to Roma?

Oh, I'm not sure anymore.

I'm so happy to see you, whatever the reason.

I have a couple of more hours here. You can come back or...

No, I'll wait.

It's nice to see someone else work for a change.

I'll get you a chair.

Okay, let's get a chair for the lady.

The Vespas were late.

Let's go again!

Something keeps throwing you back to Rome, Sylvie.

Isn't it obvious?

I'd like to think it's me. But, no.

This city has a hold on you.

Or maybe it represents who you really want to be.

What is that?

An artist.

No.

A filmmaker?

I took your classes because I admired you and the films you made.

- Of course I wanted to learn, but... - it was a middle-aged fantasy.

I see.

Some women get botox

and other women study cinema in Rome.

- Hmm? - Listen, I know what I'm good at.

And I have an office to run now.

There are a lot of things more important than work.

I know.

Somehow, coming here reminds me of that.

Today, I... I told an American girl that works for me

to sacrifice romance for my ambition, which was so wrong.

- And what did she do? - Oh.

She refused, as she should have.

But ever since I opened my own agency, my life has become my work.

I'm even in business with my husband now who's opened a club in Paris.

- Still with your husband? - Oui.

I think you're the only man he's ever been jealous of.

And where does that leave us?

- When in Rome... - Mm.

♪ Don't, sent from above ♪

♪ You can't deal with her She's a devil undercover ♪

♪ Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't ♪

♪ Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't ♪

Okay. Italian room service is the best.

- Oh! I'm so glad you're here. - Mmm!

So? What happened with the Italian Stallion?

Oh. Uh...

You put him out to pasture already?

- More like the other way around. - Oh.

Come on. Let's get out of here.

I can't help thinking that this whole Eurovision mess is my fault.

How can you say that after Nico sabotaged it for you?

Yeah, well, every time I asked him to choose me, he did.

I... I should have realized how much his image meant to him.

You shouldn't have to tailor your life or your career

to make another person happy.

I know, and I hate what he did.

But... Do you know what hurts the most?

What?

I still love him.

- Oh, I know it doesn't make any sense. - No, it doesn't have to.

But... look around us. Isn't this amazing?

It really is.

You think about all these buildings and ruins

that are still standing after thousands of years, and I...

I try to imagine people's lives back then.

Hmm.

It really puts your problems into perspective.

Beautiful ruins.

Exactly.

And this city is more beautiful and alive because of all it's been through.

I think that's part of its spell.

Em,

I've been working on a song,

just to try to make sense of everything I've been feeling.

You wrote a song?

Almost, but I've been missing the hook and what you said just gave me an idea.

Quick. Quick. Come here.

Record this on your phone so that I don't forget the lyrics?

- What are you doing? - Uh...

- Buona sera. Buona sera. - Buona sera.

Would you mind if I took over for just a minute,

and you can keep all of my tips?

Okay.

Okay.

♪ We built this city brick by brick ♪

♪ It's kind of funny, isn't it? ♪

♪ How we almost had it all ♪

♪ We worked our fingers to the bone ♪

♪ We made a castle of our own ♪

♪ But then we watched this kingdom fall ♪

♪ It's the crying that reminds us ♪

♪ We're alive ♪

♪ It's the cracks that let the light in ♪

♪ Sometimes I can see ♪

♪ The diamonds in the dust ♪

♪ There's beauty in the ruins of us ♪

♪ Darling, that's just how it goes ♪

♪ It's one door opened, one door closed ♪

♪ It's nothing tragic in the end ♪

♪ So go ahead and say goodbye ♪

♪ 'Cause there's an empire in my mind ♪

♪ And I can build it all again ♪

♪ It's the crying that reminds us ♪

♪ We're alive ♪

♪ It's the cracks that let the light in ♪

♪ Sometimes ♪

♪ I can see the diamonds in the dust ♪

♪ There's beauty in the ruins of us ♪

["Pra Ver Você Sambar"

Buongiorno.

Buongiorno, Emily.

You're getting your wish.

We'll meet with you tomorrow.

Oh, my God. Amazing.

What... What changed your mind?

My mother overheard what you were saying and she's curious to hear more.

But I don't see the point of meeting with a company

that doesn't even have an office in Rome.

Oh. But we do.

We do. We do have an office in Rome.

Bavazza's one of our clients, remember?

Ah. Another thing you neglected to mention.

So, send me the address and we'll see you tomorrow. At 1:00.

Amazing. Yes, I will.

I will send you that address just very shortly. Grazie mille.

Tell me you don't have to work today.

Whatever I had to do, I already cancelled.

Oh! Good.

Oh, I would love nothing more than to wander the city,

eat pasta and make love.

Mmm! I like...

Oh, let me make this nuisance go away.

Pronto, Emily.

I got us a meeting. I don't know how I did it, but I did.

What? Fantastic!

When and where?

Um...

1:00 p.m. tomorrow at our office in Rome.

Excuse me?

I know, but why would they hire us if we didn't have one?

Then we will.

Sorry, darling,

I've got 24 hours to put together a presentation

and find us an office in Rome.

Oh!

Oh, what's going on?

I may have lost the guy, but I got the meeting.

Oh, wow, Em, that's great.

Yeah, story of my life.

Oh, my God.

- Oh, my God, holy shit. - What is it?

That video of me singing in the piazza went nuts.

From my account?

No, some tourist posted it on TikTok.

- You're not gonna believe this. - What?

They DM-ed me from Chinese Popstar.

They want me back as a judge,

and they want me to perform this song. It doesn't even have a name yet.

Uh... Oh, what about "Beautiful Ruins?"

"Beautiful Ruins."

It's perfect. My God, this is even better than Eurovision.

I need to catch the next flight to Paris.

Emily, I've been redeemed.

We are designing the new Bulgari Hotel,

not the men's locker room at Yankee Stadium.

Dai, ragazzi! Ma dovete pensare.

When a guest walks into the lobby, I want him to gasp!

Gasp at the beauty of everything.

I don't see any of that here!

Well, excuse me.

I knew him when he shopped at thrift stores.

Sylvie Grateau.

Non ci credo, ma sei bellissima.

You're looking wonderful, darling.

Oh, you too.

Oh. Uh, say hello to my brilliant team.

La squadra dei sogni.

This is the last woman I slept with.

Before I started sleeping with men.

Oh. From before. I never know whether to take that as a compliment or an insult.

- Oh, I'm so happy to see you. - Oh, me too.

What brings you to Rome?

I'm here on some business and I need a little favor.

Oh, certo. Anything.

I'm looking for a beautiful office for tomorrow for an important meeting.

It would be my pleasure.

Ci sono tanti uffici in questo palazzo.

Actually, this would be perfect.

- My office? - Mm-hmm.

Just for the afternoon.

- Hmm. - And one more thing,

do you mind taking the name Giorgio Barbieri Design off the door?

This is meant to be the Rome headquarters of Agence Grateau.

Hmm, well, you really haven't changed, have you?

No. Not since I changed you.

Mwah!

I'm going to lunch and it might be a while,

- so, would you hold my calls? - Of course.

When the cat's away, the mice will play.

Excuse me?

It's just an expression.

Book two tickets on the next flight to Rome.

- Oh. - Immediately.

What's going on?

I just spoke to Sylvie. Pack your bags. She wants us in Rome for a meeting.

- Rome? Amazing! - Yeah.

Consider me packed, I'll shop when we get there.

A small catch, we have to share a room.

- No. - Yes.

Two beds. But don't even think of bringing strange men home.

Who do you think I am?

I know who you are.

I'm still not on board with the tag line for this campaign.

"Italians do it better." I think it's marvelous.

And it's better than nothing,

which is exactly what we had when we arrived.

Let's leave it out for now. We're selling ourselves in there today.

Ah, my dream. We finally have an office in Rome.

Just for the afternoon. Don't get used to it.

Well, thank you so much for coming.

It's really an honor to meet you, Signora Muratori.

A great, great honor.

You're too kind. But please don't thank us yet.

As I told Emily, we've never marketed our company before

and I'm not sure we are ready to do so now.

Well, I believe you can have it all.

You can keep your company small and independent,

but let the world know you're here.

Even if we were to hire a marketing firm, why a French one?

We... We come in with fresh eyes.

We know Italians do it better.

Uh-huh.

- Of course we do. - Yeah.

Isn't that stating the obvious?

"Italians do it better," isn't our tag line.

- No. No, no. - No.

Yeah. In the past, I know that Muratori has not advertised,

but I... I have an idea for a stealth marketing campaign.

Nothing about the brand.

Don't promote your clothes, promote your way of life.

Family, joy, community.

And in the bottom right-hand corner, will be Umberto Muratori.

In print so small you'd have to lean in to see it.

Well... This is all very interesting, but

you can't come from Paris

and try and pull the wool over the eyes of an Italian woman.

I'm not sure I understand what you mean.

Agence Grateau does not have an office in Rome.

This is the office of Giorgio Barbieri.

What? Excuse me?

Giorgio... Excuse me, Giorgio who? Never heard of him.

Uh, I think he moved to a bigger space. Yes. That was...

Per favore, basta.

In Rome, we all know each other.

As a matter of fact,

I was the last woman he slept with before he began sleeping with men.

- Excuse me? - Mmm.

Ah, well, my memory is a little hazy on that one.

You didn't tell me your meeting was with Antonia Muratori.

I could have told you, you're wasting your time.

Wait, Antonia. I'm sorry, Signora Muratori,

like you, I would do anything to work for people I care about.

Because when you care, it's love, it's not work.

Then you understand me.

You understand us.

And I do understand Marcello.

He wants to take over the world.

It's not my ambition, but we do need the money.

And I don't think I have the luxury... to be precious anymore.

Give us six months.

I haven't paid taxes in six years,

so, really, what is six months?

Mamma, in six months we may not have an offer from JVMA anymore.

If they really want us, they will wait for us.

You have your six months.

Oh! Antonia.

I couldn't be more excited to be working together.

I am throwing a party tonight to celebrate

my two favorite women together in Rome!

So, in the end,

you really were here for the business, not me.

I told you that's not true.

Congratulations. You got what you wanted.

Uh... Marcello.

I'm sorry.

Agence Grateau.

Uh... Oh... Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Uh...

That's so exciting! Uh...

No, no, I'll tell him!

Thank you, thank you so... Thank you so much.

Thank you. Goodbye!

Gabriel!

Gabriel, I have some big news.

Michelin called and they're announcing their stars tonight.

And you're getting one.

Uh...

No, it's not true.

Marianne was a fraud. Someone's messing with you.

No, no, no. It's real, okay, I promise.

I spoke with the man myself, Régis Lombard.

He works for Michelin, it's real.

Where's Emily? She should be the one telling me this.

She went to Rome to visit that guy she's seeing.

But I know how long you've been waiting for this.

And it's so well deserved. We need to celebrate here. Tonight.

You know what, yes.

Yes, we will. We definitely will.

I'm... I'm so proud of you.

Okay. I will see you tonight.

My phone is already blowing up.

See you tonight.

Okay, à tout à l'heure.

Uh, Scusi. Scusi, ragazzi!

A moment, please.

I would like to make a toast to two powerhouse women.

- Let's make that three powerhouse women. - Hmm.

We wouldn't be here without Emily.

Three powerhouse women!

I know that face. What's going on?

Well, maybe you hadn't noticed, but someone is missing here.

Marcello.

Ah.

It's okay. Lucky in work, unlucky in love, I guess.

Emily, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to...

Yes, you did. And you didn't care.

But in the end, I made the decision.

I just... I'm not sure if I made the right one.

Or maybe you did.

- ♪ You know there′s no one ♪ - ♪ No ♪

♪ You know there's no love like you You know there's no one ♪

♪ No, there's no ♪

- ♪ One ♪ - ♪ Oh baby there's no love like ♪

♪ My heart's about to stop, yeah ♪

♪ I need a little shock, yeah ♪

♪ My life′s a little rocky ♪

♪ Come hold me down, hold me down Hold me down ♪

- Ciao. - Ciao.

I was worried you weren't coming because you were upset with me.

My mother told me that you asked to have nothing to do with the account.

So I came to ask you why.

I don't wanna work with you, Marcello.

I wanna be with you.

Tomorrow, I'm going back to Paris.

In that case, we'd better make the most of our last night in Rome.

Pardon, excusez-moi.

Chef Gabriel,

I've been eating here three times now

and every experience was better than the last.

I'm sorry. You are?

Just a man who appreciates a good meal,

and accepts no special treatment.

- Congratulations, mate. - Ah!

Ah!

Always knew you had something. This nose knows talent.

This belongs to you too. My partners.

I could not have done it without your belief in me.

- Yeah, that, and, uh, Antoine's money. - Yeah.

Even though we're in the red,

it's still the most fun investment I've ever made.

Yeah, but after this, it might take a turn.

Ka-ching!

After all this time, I can't believe the star is actually real.

Emily should be here.

It feels a little empty without her.

- Congratulations. - Thank you.

I'm so, so happy for you. I think you're brilliant.

Uh, thanks.

Thank you.

- Seems to fill the void nicely. - Yeah.

Can I... Can I talk to you for a second?

Yeah. Of course.

Genevieve, listen, I don't want you to get the wrong idea here.

Things got a little bit crazy the other night,

but it was just a moment, that's it.

You're my neighbor and... and my friend,

and now someone I'm gonna be working with, so, uh...

Let's just keep it to that, okay?

Sure. Of course.

Good. Uh... I'm glad we're clear.

Excuse me.

Bonjour, it's Emily Cooper.

You know what to do after the beep.

Emily, it's me.

It finally happened. I got the star.

I'm so grateful to you.

For everything.

So, when am I going to see you again?

Oh, that depends. When are you coming back to Paris?

Soon. But now you have a lot of good excuses to come back to Rome.

Well, as long as we just keep to you and me, and pasta.

Ah. A three-way.

I had no idea you were that kind of girl.

Mm.

Ciao, bella.

Huh?

Emily, it's me.

It finally happened. I got the star.

I'm so grateful to you. For everything.

Yes!

Oh. Sorry I'm late. But big news.

Gabriel got his Michelin star. And, this time, it's for real.

Oh. And, naturally, we're thrilled for him.

But let's deal with the business at hand.

Agence Grateau is officially opening an office in Rome,

and we need someone to run it.

I volunteer.

It... It should definitely be me.

My Italian is perfect and I am the most senior person at this table.

That's exactly why I need you in Paris.

Then it's me. Rome has been my dream ever since I spent summer after college

interning for one of Valentino's pugs, Margot.

Seriously?

Seriously. Three months of glamor and a basement.

The fashion world in a nutshell.

Well, aren't you forgetting about someone very important?

Me.

I also speak Italian and I used to have quite a life here.

But I need to do what is best for the account.

And, for that reason, I would like

Emily to stay in Rome and run the office here.

- What? - Wait. Me? Why?

Well, Antonia was impressed by what you did in the meeting.

And she closed our deal on the condition that you stay here and run the account.

She did? Or her son?

Emily doesn't even speak Italian.

Mamma mia! This is so fucked up!

Emily doesn't speak French either. And that did not stop her.

So what does this mean?

It means you're staying in Rome.

We already have an apartment for you to review.

You can send for your clothes. No time to waste.

Congratulations, Emily. You stole my dream.

And mine.

You're what?

It's not gonna be forever.

They're finding me a temporary apartment here.

Wow.

Well, make some room, bitch,

because as soon as I'm back from Shanghai, I'm joining you in Rome.

You'd better promise.

Oh, I do.

It's about time that I got my passport stamped too.

Ciao.

What are you all doing up so early?

Or, what are we all doing up so late?

We've been celebrating all night.

Oh!

- Have you heard the news? - Mm-mm.

Gab's only gone, got himself a Michelin star.

- Congratulations. - Thank you.

And we are already planning on expanding.

See, I'm thinking, Gigi 2, London.

New York.

How about Rome? At least you'll be able to see Emily.

What are you talking about?

I just got off the phone with her. She's moving to Rome.

For that Marcello guy?

I think it's more about work.

She's going to run the Agence Grateau office there.

Yeah, Paris is not gonna be the same without her.

Au revoir.

You okay, mate?

Um...

Yeah, I'm just... surprised. Um...

Do you want my two cents?

You're letting your pride and misunderstanding

get in the way of the greatest girl in the world.

I think we both did.

Maybe.

I just never thought...

Stop thinking and start feeling.

You still have a chance to get her back.

How? She's with him now.

Only because she's not with you.

Will you excuse me for a second?

Uh, excuse my poor French, Gabriel.

I just wanted to say... congrats.

And that I'm proud of you.

You deserve all of this and more.

And, as you can see, it's a really quiet area.

So... after you.

Please. Here we are.

The apartment dates from the 1600s and was part of a family palazzo.

Beautiful.

It is a little small like many places in Rome, but the view.

Magnificent.

Miss, I'll leave the key and my card by the door.

Grazie.

Where exactly in Rome is she?

Ready?

One minute.

Wow.

I think you're going to be happy here.

I'm already happy.

Andiamo.

♪ I wanna be close to you ♪

♪ Break my heart and start a fire You got me overnight ♪

Whoo!

♪ Just let me be close to you ♪

♪ Close to you, close to you ♪

♪ Just let me be Oh, close to you ♪

♪ Close to you, close to you ♪

♪ Just let me be Oh, close to you ♪

♪ Close to you, close to you ♪

♪ Just let me be Oh, close to you ♪

♪ Close to you, close to you ♪

♪ And now your mouth is moving Cinematic timing ♪

♪ You pull me in and touch my neck And now I'm dying ♪

♪ And I burn for you ♪

♪ And you don't even know my name ♪

♪ If you asked me to ♪

♪ I'd give you everything ♪

♪ To be close to you, close to you ♪

♪ Close to you Just let me be ♪

♪ Oh, close to you Close to you, close to you ♪

♪ Close to you ♪