'Mother's ruin', she said to herself. "I'm just screwing my own mental health". But Fridays and Saturdays. She walks down those alleyways. A latter day lady of the lamp.
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today. Madam. Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today. She is sorry to be delayed. But last evening down on Lovers Lane she strayed.
If you go to Acapulco. When you take your holiday. Have some fun with your carraco. Down in Mexicana way. . For sixteen dollars a day. Sitting on a Mexicana sofa.
Maybe it's imaginary, I'd like to know. What's the world coming to and where will it go?. The hole in the sky where the sunshine gets in. It dries up the land as it mucks up your skin.
I know an island where the people are kind. And the rest of the world seems far away. Maybe it's only in the back of my mind. But I know when I go that's where I'll stay.
I was born and I was bred. I was reared and I was fed. Moved into the neighborhood. Where I was bad and I was good. . I fixed things for people there.
It's a funny old world for london girls.... . I woke up this morning and I don't know what for. With the final reminders coming through the door.. The place is a mess, the situation's dire.
I think I just recalled a time. It was not the moon and not the wine. And though you said you were a friend of mine. I never felt that way inclined. .
(kirsty maccoll). . Chaque journee dans la foret de mimosas. Dans le parking tous les amoureux. Ecoutez bien dans la foret de mimosas. L'air deborde de cris de coeur.
(Kirsty MacColl). . Chaque journee dans la foret de mimosas. Dans le parking tous les amoureux. Ecoutez bien dans la foret de mimosas. L'air deborde de cris de coeur.
(kirsty maccoll/david ruffy). . Behind a burning bush he's waiting. Like a sleepless night. So silent and so strong. I know that I must push push push.
I'd like to say that. You gave me the best days of your life. So have one on me. I've been away. But I think of you much more these days. . Thanks for the memories.
It wouldn't take a long time to explain what lies between us. And it wouldn't take a genius to work out what the scene is. It might just take a pilot to give you a natural high.
I once met a man with a sense of adventure. He was dressed to trill. Wherever he went he said. "lets make love on a mountain top. Under the stars, on a big hard rock".
He buys me movies and I am the star. He sends me to work in a black shiny car. The girls in the chorus are jealous as hell. But I find it pays when you kiss and you tell.
I hear a lot of talk about the things you say are good for me to do. I've tried cooperation but I don't get nothing coming back from you. . So don't you like my face?.
Here comes that man again. It's always round midnight. That Amsterdam creeps into my PC. After a long hard day selling pornography. He likes to come home and talk to me.
You go to my head till I'm losing my mind. Your beautiful words stretch me out on a blanket of sky. I don't want to come down, no, I don't want to come down.
He was just a friend of mine. I'd run in to from time to time. And long before he moved away. We used to share a taste for wine. . Still I never knew that he was sad back then.
I couldn't hear him when he called to me. I couldn't hear him at all you see. He was down the road away from me. How could I know his answer?. . I couldn't hear him though he shouted hard.