Ita lyrics

Artist  : Cold Chisel 
Song : Ita



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														   Every night when I get home

 I settle down to prime time limbo

 When all the boys are gathered around

 Shouting Ita'a on TV

 And though the roaches are thick on the
ground

 Somebody goes to close my window

 Keep the noise of the city down

 Get a dose of integrity

 

 Every week, in every home

 She got wholesome news for the family

 I believe, I believe, in what she says

 Yes I do

 I believe, I believe, at the end of the day

 Her magazine'll get me through

 

 Ita's tongue never touches her lips

 She could always be my godmother

 And though the desk-top hides her hips

 My imagination's strong

 She's the sweetest thing I've ever seen

 I'd like to take her out to dinner

 But when I think about the places I've been

 I'd probably hold my fork all wrong

 

 Every day and every night

 She's the only one we can depend upon

 I believe, I believe, in what she says

 Yes I do

 I believe, I believe, at the end of the day

 Her magazine'll get me through

 

 To every housewife through the land

 There is no-one else they can depend upon

 How could I not believe, when Ita tells me too