Connie Francis

Curly hair dangling down on his forehead
Eyes that glow like a fire in the night
Dressed in black, leather jacket trimmed in silver
Never want to hide or run from any fight.
Oh, Valentino, Valentino
Are you lonely deep inside
Valentino, Vakentino
Have your dreams all been denied.
Tough as nails in a rumble or a show down
With his gang he's a terror in the night
But alone by himself he's sort of quiet
You begin to see him in a different light.