Ita

()home ()limbo ()round Shouting ()V ()ground ()window ()down Get a ()ty ()home She got ()y I be()says Yes I () I be()day Her () Ita's tongue never touches her lips She could always be my godmother And though the desk-top hides her hips My imagination's strong She's the sweetest thing I've ever seen I'd like to take her out to dinner But when I think about the places I've been I'd probably hold my fork all wrong Every day and every night She's the only one we can depend upon I believe, I believe, in what she says Yes I do I believe, I believe, at the end of the day Her magazine'll get me through To every housewife through the land There is no-one else they can depend upon How could I not believe, when Ita tells me too