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