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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeItalian Girls
(Rod Stewart / Ron Wood)I’ve got two and more to showI was dreaming of a mobilethat couldn’t be mine not without lyin’Was I feeling kind a sillywhen I stepped in soakin’ beer down the cola machineOh, stayin’ seventeenWell she claimed she was a killerand she owned a flood lit villaa little aways from the main highwayOh take me way down yonderShe was tall, thin and tartyand she drove a Maseratifaster than soundI was heaven boundAlthough I must have looked a creepin my army surplus jeepWas I being too boldbefore the night could get oldShe proved me so wrongOh the Italian girls sometimes hold their religious habitsin front of your eyes, just to get you tiedAh but not my little Bella ‘cause I did not have to tell herI’d rather you go with the morning sun, she made me so tiredShe took me way, way, away down yondertill I was gone with the morning sun on my backGotta get on back there soon as I canTake me thereAnd I miss the girl so badShe broke my heartGotta get on back there soon as I canI miss the girl, I miss the girl, I miss the girl so badI was a lot better off
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