Streets of London

The strings of my heart are so thin and so taut

I'd rather call in late than not show up

I'd rather give myself away than be bought

But when the sun gives herself away

She colors me crazy she colors me gray

But on the moons sweet return

Oh, she colors me pretty she calls me to play

The rules of the game

Are so quick to take change

I'd rather go all in than play it safe

I'd rather lose it all than fold an ace

But when the sun gives herself away

She colors me crazy she colors me gray

But on the moons sweet return

Oh, she colors me pretty she calls me to play

Our love affair wanders through the night

And while others might be fearful we do just fine

With our hearts pinned to our sleeves

On the streets of London is where we'll be

On the streets of London is where we'll be

But when the sun gives herself away

She colors me crazy she colors me gray

But on the moons sweet return

She colors me pretty she calls me to play