Italian Girls - Rod Stewart

I’ve got two and more to show

I was dreaming of a mobile

That couldn’t be mine not without lyin'

Was i feeling kind a silly

When i stepped in soakin’beer down the cola machine

Oh, stayin’seventeen

Well she claimed she was a killer

And she owned a flood lit villa

A little aways from the main highway

Oh take me way down yonder

She was tall, thin and tarty

And she drove a maserati

Faster than sound

I was heaven bound

Although i must have looked a creep

In my army surplus jeep

Was i being too bold

Before the night could get old

No, no, no, no She proved me so wrong

Oh the italian girls sometimes hold their religious habits

In front of your eyes, just to get you tied

Ah but not my little bella ?®cause i did not have to tell her

I’d rather you go with the morning sun, she made me so tired

She took me way, way, away down yonder

Till i was gone with the morning sun on my back

Gotta get on back there soon as i can

Take me there

And i miss the girl so bad

She broke my heart

Gotta get on back there soon as i can

I miss the girl, i miss the girl, i miss the girl so bad

I was a lot better off