and now you've got your face on the scene
page seventeen would like to meet someone like me
her back door is open to people on their knees
Emily don't go to that house tonight
stay on your own count your blessings hold onto them tight
just one more week and the paper comes through
just one more week and you're mine
people will say how they never saw the signs
ugly boy in fourth form suffered a head blow
puts up the houses in the west country
carefully maps out the garden hides the letters from your sister
they're not here to understand
they're not here to understand
Emily don't go to that house tonight
stay on your own count your blessings hold onto them tight
just one more week and the paper comes through
just one more week and you're mine
people will say how they never saw the signs
just one more week and the paper comes through
just one more week and you're mine
people will say how they never saw the signs
just one more week and the paper comes through
just one more week and you're mine
people will say how they never saw the signs
saw the signs
© 2024 Cloverlyrics.com