Italian Girls Lyrics

At the touring motor 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, no, no She proved me so wrong
Oh the 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 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, oh yeah Wait a minute
She broke my heart She broke my heart 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