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