Bobs Valentino`s Lyrics

Valentino`s Lyrics

I live across the street

Across the street from Valentino's

For every car there's valet parking

It's my boyfriend who parks

All the cars at Valentino's

He's always so polite



When he's not parking cars

He likes to wear his poodle collar

The platform shoes make him seem taller

Black leather, spiked hair and chains

Make him a frightful sight

He's always so polite



   He's not like the real men

   Who take their girls to Valentino's

   He's just from the suburbs

   A wimp, a wimp -- He parks the cars at Valentino's



I want a Latin lover

Someone to tell me who my friends are

Who doesn't work to earn a living

He'd never tell me what he does

I know it's not my business

He'd always treat me right



When we'd go out at night

He'd always make me wear a white dress

It's best when he makes me feel helpless

He's not like my boyfriend

If I say something wrong

He makes me shut up

He doesn't need to be polite



   We'd go out in his Camaro

   And we'd drive up to Valentino's

   He'd throw the keys to my boyfriend

   The wimp, the wimp -- He parks the cars at Valentino's

 He parks the cars at Valentino's

 He parks the cars at Valentino's