ROD STEWART - Italian Girls lyrics

rate me

(Rod Stewart / Ron Wood)

at the touring motor show

I was dreaming of a moment

that couldn't be mine

not without lyin'

was I feeling kinda silly

when I stepped in soakin' beer

behind the cola machine?

I understand 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 tawny

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

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