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"Italian Girls" by John Gorka

G                   Cmaj7              Em                     Cmaj7 
I used to fall for Italian girls, they filled my dreams, they made my world,

Bm                   Em            C                     D 
If I had moved less awkwardly, they might have had their way with me.

G                   Cmaj7              Em                  Cmaj7 
The longer names, the darker hair, they made me weak, they made me stare,

Bm               Em                 C                   D 
I couldn't say a word to them, their figures so full of vitamins.

G                Cmaj7         Em               Cmaj7 
I wasn't cool, I wasn't bad, I was the only one I ever had,

Bm                    Em                 C                  D
And they possessed the world's delights, expresso mornings, lasagna nights.

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Em                C        Em       C         Em       D       Cmaj7
Oh the Italian girls, the Italian girls, they made my world...


They were strong and they were proud, some were sweet and some were loud,
They'd fill me up with what they'd cook, and put me down with just one look,

I followed them through summertime, I made them laugh, I made them rhymes,
But they left me there for other ones, who had the dough when day was done

        Bm             Em            C                D
	Just one thing kept me free, they were not in love with me

Now they've married and gained some weight, but that weight I appreciate,
For it's the love of all those meals, and what you eat is what you feel.

(CHORUS)

I used to fall for Italian girls, they filled my dreams they made my world,
But passion dies and fades away, or lives to fight another day.