©1985 April F. Masten, All Rights Reserved

(chorus)
Oh, you speak with those lucid eyes
It’s your eyes I recall when I am far away from you
I see your eyes, expressive eyes
Your Italian eyes

(verse)
Your Italian eyes
Show me when you’re bored and when you’re angry
And I feel my knees go loose
When you give me a look that’s meant to stab me
Your critical eyes
Always sizing me up and reviewing
And your sympathetic eyes
Are never there at all when I miss my cuing

(repeat chorus)

Your dissenting eyes
Make me doubt my point half way through it
And when your avoid my gaze
I know that in your eyes, I really blew it
Your dark searching eyes
I can feel them on me when I’m sleeping
And your penetrating eyes
Leave me weak when they release me

(repeat chorus)

Your Italian eyes
Show me when you’re bored and when you’re angry
And yet they are the same brown eyes
That tell me I am yours
And you adore me
Oh, your Italian eyes.
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