You are the last of the ladies You are the only one who can save me You are, you are, you are You are the one to grow old with To live, to laugh, and
How can I create a work of art Tangled over a dishwasher that just won't start? Domestic bliss, are you taking the piss? I need a minute on my own Minute
Well I'm in Manchester, And you're in London town. I'm having a time of my life, but I'm dying to go down. I don't know, If i should, Come see you,
I looked into her eyes and I swore I've never written a cliche before And I'll probably never do so She was beautiful though I think it's time for me
You walked over still hungover from the night before Those idiot girls were looking over I don't know what for That vintage Chanel dress that you wore
I've been away i've been working but now i'm back i need to know if you're still there and i need to know if you still care Of corse you do Of corse
I heard you coming in from town, stilettos scrape the ground, I saw you in your overcoat, a random on your throat, I know you this is not the girl, that
With your mothers cameo brooch, sat at the foot of her bed, taking notes You wacthed her since you were small, you are the new belle of the ball With
A biycle shop at the end of the road a chinese chippy to ease the load. The lights are low and life's not fair but what i have is yours to share. Victoria
