When I was young, way back in Sicily you should have seen me My hair
then was long There was this one young man who always came around and
gave me this ribbon of velvet brown
Waiting for Valentino His dark
eyes lock on mine Waiting for Valentino
Then you did what you were
told Married a cousin I didn't know He'd fallen in love with my
photograph Oh why, worked harder then I could bare and he never seemed to
care I bore his only son at the end of that year
There is a place I
can slip away to out in the desert of sand and dune My she's tan; she
looks like a mirage Someday I'll escape there like Scherazade
Waiting
for Valentino His dark eyes lock on mine Waiting for Valentino To carry
me off through time
I had lived long as I can Made three generations
American Now my daughter takes my hand and whispers to me
There is
a place I can slip away to out in the desert of sand and dune My she's
tan; she looks like a mirage Someday I'll escape there like
Scherazade
Waiting for Valentino His dark eyes lock on
mine Waiting for Valentino To carry me off through time To carry me
off through time To carry me off through time To carry me off through
time