Honeymoon croon tonight Sew my socks tonight say whose on the tiles tonight lurking lipstick tickle tickle
Marylin's on. Send her by air mail, par avion Certificate of X-tacy in my head Hire out Sybil Vane for my bed
Croon croon tonight Honeymoon tonight Sew my socks tonight, tonight
The stranger arrives, the gun still warm 20 years to old used to form turns out to be an old trick, during her senior service, Senior service
She insists on tying down after the soldier sailor curfew All alone in the cathedral bar she preys in dockland
He asked to see her hidden side She, the colour of his money... colour of his money Honeymoon croon tonight sew my sock tonight I say, whose on the tiles tonight? I say, Honeymoon
Marylin's fading fast better get straight the catch from the sidewalk is in a state the sound of footsteps - mummy's here I'll be her good boy, I'll never fear Better fix her drink tonight, bed time comes must blot out this urge to use my gun Honeymoon tonight, croon croon tonight
Honeymoon croon tonight sew my sock tonight I say, whose on the tiles tonight? I say, HoneymoonTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
