(Rod Stewart / Ron Wood). Iâ€™ve got two and more to show. I was dreaming of a mobile. that couldnâ€™t be mine not without lyinâ€™. Was I feeling kind a silly. when I stepped in soakinâ€™ beer down the cola machine. Oh stayinâ€™ seventeen. Well she claimed she was a killer. and she owned a flood lit villa. a little aways from the main highway. Oh take me way down yonder. She was tall thin and tarty. and she drove a Maserati. faster than sound. I was heaven bound. Although I must have looked a creep. in my army surplus jeep. Was I being too bold. before the night could get old. No no no no. She proved me so wrong. Oh the Italian girls sometimes hold their religious habits. in front of your eyes just to get you tied. Ah but not my little Bella â€˜cause I did not have to tell her. Iâ€™d rather you go with the morning sun she made me so tired. She took me way way away down yonder. till I was gone with the morning sun on my back. Gotta get on back there soon as I can. Take me there. And I miss the girl so bad. She broke my heart. Gotta get on back there soon as I can. I miss the girl I miss the girl I miss the girl so bad. I was a lot better off.