London Girl

A devil moon took me through the alley

Down by the Kardomah and the Centrale

To the mews running through the backstreets

Where the Blacks sold fire and sleep

The devil moon took me out of Soho

Up to Camden where the cold north winds blow

Sucked along by a winter shower

To stand beside your shining tower

This could be our final dance

This could be our very last chance

The sound of your voice

Wherever I may be

Changes everything

And then the world's alright with me

(You're my London girl) The way that you walk

(You're my London girl) The way that you talk

(You're my London girl) Just the sound of your voice

I ain't got no choice

The lights were going out, the moon was dying

The night was turning to a fine spring morning

The dogs were barking and the kids were shouting

The sun was splashing in a crystal fountain

When the cold winds come and find you

Blowing down from the top of the high-rise

I'll come and take you back down to Soho

Away from all those mad men's eyes

This could be our final dance

This could be our very last chance

And if you cut me, don't you think I feel?

Is this body clay? Is this heart made of steel?

(You're my London girl) The way that you walk

(You're my London girl) The way that you talk

(You're my London girl) Just the sound of your voice

I ain't got no choice

This could be our very last chance

This could be our final dance

And if you cut me, don't you think I feel?

Is this body clay? Is this heart made of steel?

(You're my London girl) The way that you walk

(You're my London girl) The way that you talk

(You're my London girl) Take the rest of the world

You're my London girl

(You're my London girl) You're my London girl

(You're my London girl) You're my London girl

(You're my London girl) You're my London girl

(You're my London girl) You're my London girl