Текст песни Dishwalla - Miss Emma Peel
Dishwalla - Miss Emma Peel слова песни
I come home late at nightOn the floor to turn you onI check for tint and technicolorAfter you there is no otherYour brown hair is my connectionConnects my resurrectionAnd everyone else is just a harlotA star search spokes model starletMiss emma pealBlack boots kick high at his faceOne last look at the grace ofMiss emma peelCatch the curve of your leather heelBefore he blacks outThats another one down forMiss emma peelI sit beside her in the eveningAnd watch her rerun secrets by my earsCat eyes watch with british humorCause shes a mod-feel sixties saviorYour brown hair is my connectionConnects my resurrectionAnd everyone else is just a harlotA star search spokes model starletMiss emma peelBlack boots kick high at his faceOne last look at the grace ofMiss emma peelCatch the curve of your leather heelBefore he blacks outThats another one down forFor miss emma peelFor miss emma peelFor miss emma peelFor miss emma peel