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  1. Italian Walk

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In praise of hips and legs.

Lyrics

Italian Walk (from a poem by Robert McGregor Shields)

I love the way she walks
When she walks into the room
I love to watch her move
She can't come home too soon
Love to watch her dress
And undress
I could follow her around
I could be a stalker
I could be her bloodhound
'Cause she's got an Italian walk
She's got Latin eyes
An American way of saying her goodbyes
And I love her

I love the way she talks
When she says my name
Sometimes I hear her curse
I love her just the same
I’d love to hear her say
I do
I could follow her around
I could be a stalker
I could be her bloodhound
'Cause she's got an Italian walk
She's got Latin eyes
An American way of saying her goodbyes
And I love her

I love the way she walks
When she walks into the room
I love to watch her move
She can't come home too soon
Love to watch her dress
And undress
I could follow her around
I could be a stalker
I could be her bloodhound
'Cause she's got an Italian walk
She's got Latin eyes
An American way of saying her goodbyes
And I love her

© Italian Walk music by Thomas Yule Fairnie, words by Thomas Yule Fairnie & Robert McGregor Shields 2000