Lyrics
Everywhere you go camminare al italiano, throwing roses at your feet
walk italian
Everywhere you go camminare al italiano, bringing all the men to their knees, don t need to speak i let my legs do the talking
Walk italian, i like my lunches long and my coffees short, walk italian
Bringing all the men to their knees, now i m heaven on the streets of rome, walk italian
Walk italian, everywhere you go camminare al italiano
I like my lunches long and my coffees short, if you ever need a friend or a lover, and now you re droolin like a dog at a bone
don t need to speak i let my legs do the talking
throwing roses at your feet
Walk italian, walk italian
from adige to sicily
Throwing roses at your feet, don t need to speak i let my legs do the talking
throwing roses at your feet
throwing roses at your feet
Just like my mama told me it s true, everywhere you go camminare al italiano Dombasle, i like my lunches long and my coffees short
listening to what my mama said
Walk italian, they got jeers and sneers but beneath the tears
They held their head high and, everywhere you go camminare al italiano Dombasle, i remember when i was a young girl
listening to what my mama said
they held their head high and
there is one thing you must never forget
There is one thing you must never forget, listening to what my mama said, throwing roses at your feet
from genova to napoli