Piccadilly Lyrics

She's not a picture above somebody's fire

She sits in a towel with a purple hair dryer

She waits to get even with me

She hooks up her cupcakes and puts on her jumper

Explains that she'll be late to a worryin' mother

She meets me in Piccadilly

A begging folk singer stands tall by the entrance

His song relays worlds of most good intentions

A fiver a ten P in his hat for collection

She talks about office, she talks about dresses

She's seen one she fancies her smile is impressing

So maybe I'll treat her someday

We queue among strangers and strange conversation

Love's on the lips of all forms of engagements

All queuing to see tonight's play

A man behind me talks to his young lady

He's happy that she is expecting his baby

His wife won't be pleased but she's not been round lately

The girl was so dreadful we left in a hurry

Escaped in the rain for an Indian curry

At the candle lit Taj Mahal

My lips to a napkin, I called for a taxi

The invite of eyes made it tense but relaxed me

My mind took a devious role

The cab took us home through a night I'd not noticedSqueeze - Piccadilly - http://motolyrics.com/squeeze/piccadilly-lyrics.html

The neon club lights of adult films and Trini Lopez

My arm around love but my acting was hopeless

We crept like two thieves from the kettle to the fire

We kissed to the sound of the silence that we'd hired

Now captured, your love in my arms

A door opened slightly a voice spoke in worry

Mum went to bed without wind of the curry

Our secret love made its advance

Like Adam and Eve we took bite on the apple

Loose change in my pocket, it started to rattle

Her heart like a gun was just half of the battle

Heart like a gun was just half of the battle

Like Adam and Eve we took bite on the apple

Heart like a gun was just half of the battle

Loose change in my pocket it started to rattle

Heart like a gun was just half of the battle

Her heart like a gun was just half of the battle

Heart like a gun was just half of the battle

Like Adam and Eve we took bite on the apple

Heart like a gun was just half of the battle

Loose change in my pocket it started to rattle

Heart like a gun was just half of the battle

Her heart like a gun was just half of the battle

Heart like a gun was just half of the battle