West Como    (Music - Mike Iannicello, Lyrics - Ed McGee)

She don’t need high heels
No stockings all black
She don’t need short skirts
No, nothin’ like that.
Just flip flops all day
And loose Levi jeans
Red nails on her toes
Like sweet jelly beans 

Well, she walks down the street
Like a long leg parade
Her lips all aflush
Like pink lemonade
And the way her hips move
It’s like I’m caught in a trap
I can’t help but stare
And hope she walks back 

‘Cause I never seen a woman who could walk like that. 

Where’s she got to go?
All the way down Como?
I guess I don’t need to know
I might just wait here all day
If I get to watch her go. 

I don’t care where she goes
I don’t care who she meets
Just as long as she lives
Just a ways down my street
Those hypnotic hips
And kickboxer thighs
Well, I can’t see her tags
But I think she’s my size 

She make the workmen act nice
And the housewives so cruel
All the hounds start to howl
And the schoolboys drool
As for me and my friends
What can I say?
We just wait on my porch
For when she walks back this way 

‘Cause we never seen a woman who could walk like that.