Tiny goddess wrapped in lace, that certain smile upon your face
Is telling me what's to be when you leave
In a room, just five foot eight, I sit alone and I await
To hear from you, if you do decide to
Don't try to humour me
With letters I can't read
Don't sympathise with me
Don't try to be discreet
Photograph that's in my case will travel with me every place
Reminding me what's to be for your love
Orchards smell of sweet perfume, the mountainside is now in bloom
I'm a-here waiting for your company
Don't try to humour me
With letters I can't read
The clock's at half past three
It's got to wait like me
Photograph that's in my case will travel with me every place
Reminding me what's to be for your love
Tiny goddess wrapped in lace, that certain smile upon your face
Is telling me what's to be when you leave
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
