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