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Cold Chisel
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Ita
Every night when I get home I settle down to prime time limbo When all the boys are gathered around Shouting Ita's 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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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
Every day and every night She's the only one we can depend upon How could I not believe when Ita tells me too? How could I not believe when Ita tells me too? How could I not believe when Ita tells me too? How could I not believe when Ita tells me too?
Yes, it's true, what Ita tells me too
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