I’ve got two and more to show
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I was dreaming of a mobile
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that couldn’t be mine
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not without lyin
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Was I feeling kind a silly
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when I stepped in soakin beer
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down the cola machine
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Oh, stayin’ seventeen
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Well she claimed
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she was a killer
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and she owned a flood lit villa
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a little aways
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from the main highway
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Oh take me way down yonder
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<Interlude>
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She was tall, thin and tarty
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and she drove a Maserati
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faster than sound
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I was heaven bound
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Although I must have
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looked a creep
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in my army surplus jeep
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Was I being too bold
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before the night could get old
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No, no, no, no
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She proved me so wrong
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Oh the Italian girls sometimes
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hold their religious habits
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in front of your eyes
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just to get you tied
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Ah but not my little Bella
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cause I did not have to tell her
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I’d rather you go
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with the morning sun
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she made me so tired
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<Interlude>
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She took me way,way
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away down yonder
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till I was gone
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with the morning sun on my back
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<Interlude>
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Gotta get on back there
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soon as I can
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Take me there
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<Interlude>
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And I miss the girl so bad
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She broke my heart
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She broke my heart
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She broke my heart
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Gotta get on back there
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soon as I can
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I miss the girl
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I miss the girl
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I miss the girl so bad
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I was a lot better off
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Italian Girls
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