She said
"I want to go back to Italy
And have myself a little baby"
I need a little bit of memory <--(?)
The father of the child

Cause I'd love to a bit of passion
But I'm still a little bit old fashion
And I would not want my little babe
Growin' up wild

Well I've known her for years before
Good buddies and nothin' more
She's the kinda girl that grew up slow
But she grew up right

I didn't know what to say
But I knew I had to get her to stay
I had to make that little girl
See the light