Rod Stewart - Italian Girls - Текст песни

(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