Come Back To Camden
Drinking tea with the taste of the Thames, Sullenly on a chair on the pavement / Here you'll find, my thoughts and I, And here is the very last plea from my heart / My heart. For evermore, Where taxi drivers never stop talking / Under slate grey Victorian sky, Here you will find, despair and I / And here I am every last inch of me is yours, Yours, For evermore
Your leg came to rest against mine, Then you lounged with knees up and apart / And me and my heart, we knew, We just knew, For evermore
Where taxi drivers never stop talking, Under slate grey Victorian sky / Here you'll find, my heart and I, And still we say come back, Come back to Camden / And I'll be good, I'll be good, I'll be good, I'll be good
Petons!!! Marc.