Am G Am G
Am G
When I was young
Am
Way back in Sicily
G
You should have seen me
Am
My hair then was long
G
There was this one young man
Am
Who always came around
G
And gave me this ribbon of velvet brown
D Am
Waiting for Valentino
D Am
His dark eyes lock on mine
D Am
Waiting for Valentino
Am G . . . . . .
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
Am
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 Scheherazade
D Am
Waiting for Valentino
D Am
His dark eyes lock on mine
D Am
Waiting for Valentino
D Am
To carry me off through time
Am G . . . . . .
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 Scheherazade
D Am
Waiting for Valentino
D Am
His dark eyes lock on mine
D Am
Waiting for Valentino
D Am
To carry me off through time
To carry me off through time
To carry me off through time
To carry me off through time
