Every night when I get home

I settle down to prime time limbo

When all the boys are gathered around

Shouting Ita'a on TV

And though the roaches are thick on the ground

Somebody goes to close my window

Keep the noise of the city down

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Yes I do

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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



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Yes I do

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Her magazine'll get me through



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There is no-one else they can depend upon

How could I not believe, when Ita tells me too