Lyrics Ita - Live - Cold Chisel

Every night when I come home
Settle down to prime-time limbo
All the boys are gathered around
Shoutin' "Ita's on TV"
Though the drugs seen on the ground
Somebody goes to close our window
Keep the noise of the city down
Taste 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 see me through

Ita's tongue never touches her lips
She could always be my godmother
And though the desktop hides her hips
My imagination's strong
She's the sweetest girl I ever seen
I'd like to ... her out to dinner
Ah when I think of all the places I been
Probably taste my hurt too long

Every day and every night
She's the only one I 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

Every night and every day
She's the only one we can depend upon
How could I not believe in what she says, yes I do
How can I not believe

Every day and every night
She's the only one I can depend upon
How could I not believe when Ita tells me to
I believe, I believe at the end of the day
Her magazine'll see me through
How could I not believe when Ita tells me to
I believe, I believe when Ita tells me to
Yes I do, when Ita tells me to