Tiny goddess wrapped in lace, that certain smile upon your face Is telling me what's to be when he leaves In a room just five foot eight, I sit alone and I will wait To hear from him, to wait for him to call me Don't let him humour me with letters I won't read Please sympathise with me, if only you could speak Photograph that's in my case will travel with me every place Reminding me what to be for his love Orchards smell of sweet perfume, the mountain side is now in bloom And I am here, waiting for his company Don't let him humour me with letters I won't read The clock's at half past three, it's stopped awake like me Tiny goddess wrapped in lace, that certain smile upon your face Is telling me what's to be when he leaves In a room just five foot eight, I sit alone and I will wait To hear from him, to wait for him to call me.
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