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    I said why, after knowin' you so long  Should my feelin' be so strong  About you goin' away    You don't hafta go to Italy  You can stay here in the USA with me  Come on, baby, what do ya say?    Now you don't wanna be   A stone cutter's wife  You don't wanna eat spaghetti   All the rest of your life    And if you do there's always Chef Boy R Dee  I'm ain't puttin' Italy down  But I'd sure be happy if ya stuck around  Maybe think about havin' that baby with me    I said why, after knowin' you so long  Should my feelin's be so strong  About your goin' away    Hey, you don't hafta go to Italy  You can stay here in the USA with me  Come on, baby, what do ya say?  Come on, baby, what do ya say?  Come on, baby, what do ya say?