Italian Girls

(rod stewart / ron wood)



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