Lyrics OMC – She Loves Italian

Sweet lady on the telephone
She likes fast cars made in Rome
Two week vacation in the hot, hot sun
She’s drop dead gorgeous, man, she loves to have fun

Aha, she loves Italian
Aha, she loves Italian
Ooh wah ooh, ooh wah ooh, ooh wah ooh

Brothers call her Desire
A sweet sister of fire
Were you born with a silver spoon?
I dig your style, man, you fly me to the moon

Aha, she loves Italian
Aha, she loves Italian
Ooh wah ooh, ooh wah ooh, ooh wah ooh

She’s got money, but she don’t care
A fancy talk only bores her to tears
She makes a move to a seaside cafe
She orders pasta and a glass of champagne

Aha, she loves Italian
Aha, she loves Italian
Ooh wah ooh, ooh wah ooh, ooh wah ooh

She deserves to be in diamonds and furs
She likes to dance with a sexy little twirls
You make my heart skip, skip, skip, skip
I’ll give my right arm for a kiss, kiss, kiss

Aha, she loves Italian
Aha, she loves Italian

Ooh wah ooh, ooh wah ooh
Ooh wah ooh, ooh wah ooh

Sweet lady on the telephone

Aha, she loves Italian
Aha, she loves Italian
Ooh wah ooh, ooh wah ooh, ooh wah ooh
Ooh wah ooh, ooh wah ooh, ooh wah ooh
Ooh wah ooh