Che bambola!
Fred Buscaglione
What a doll!
What a doll!
I was walking down the street
around one thirty-three,
the other night,
as I was leaving my usual café,
when I come across a beautiful mammal
model one hundred and three.
What a doll!
She filled a beautiful dress
with magnificent lamé,
she was a heap of curves
like there's none in the world,
what a spectacle her legs,
what a wonder, believe me.
What a doll!
"Hey, hey, hey - I shout to her - "little one,
come on, come on, don't act stupid,
you know, you know, that I'm fickle,
if you don't kiss me right away
you'll miss an opportunity".
She turns around, then stares at me
as if I were a rag,
then she gets ready to fight
like Rocky, the great champion,
feints with the right, and with the left,
she sticks me to a lamppost.
What a flag!
She, she, she, very scared,
at that moment, she turns pale,
then, then, then, very alarmed,
she hugs me to support me,
I show her compassion.
You know, I think about it
and then I decide I want to,
I faint again,
she hesitates and you know what she does,
pleading and crying
she gives me a nice kiss.
What a doll!
