Rod Stewart Italian Girls

Đóng góp:
(Rod Stewart / Ron Wood)

at the Turin motor show
I was dreaming of a mobile
that couldn’t be mine
not without lyin’
was I feeling kinda silly
when I stepped in soakin’ beer
behind the cola machine?
'over stand 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

those Italian girls sometimes hold them 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
that I’d be gone with the morning sun
she made me so tired

she took me way, way, way down yonder
and 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