Dishwalla - Miss Emma Peel текст песни

I come home late at night

On the floor to turn you on

I check for tint and technicolor

After you there is no other

Your brown hair is my connection

Connects my resurrection

And everyone else is just a harlot

A star search spokes model starlet

Miss emma peal

Black boots kick high at his face

One last look at the grace of

Miss emma peel

Catch the curve of your leather heel

Before he blacks out

Thats another one down for

Miss emma peel

I sit beside her in the evening

And watch her rerun secrets by my ears

Cat eyes watch with british humor

Cause shes a mod-feel sixties savior

Your brown hair is my connection

Connects my resurrection

And everyone else is just a harlot

A star search spokes model starlet

Miss emma peel

Black boots kick high at his face

One last look at the grace of

Miss emma peel

Catch the curve of your leather heel

Before he blacks out

Thats another one down for

For miss emma peel

For miss emma peel

For miss emma peel

For miss emma peel