Holiday
I've got a ticket to Florence
I want to go where it's sunny
We can drink coffee on the early morning train
I want to wear my sundress
And walk along the cobbled streets
Take me somewhere where the sea and the land meet
Wouldn't it be lovely to go where the sunshine goes on holiday
Wouldn't it be lovely if we could stay
Take me to
Parisian sun
Italian sky
Barcelonean sunset
Anywhere's fine
Canarian sun-drenched
That's what I like
Oh a holiday would be nice
And everything's easy
With your hand in mine
And everything tastes like sparkling wine
And you know all the right things to say
Oh darling
You're my favourite holiday
Mmm
I've got a ticket to Florence
Where the sky is ever-blue
And everyday feels like a Sunday afternoon
I don't care where
Let's just get away from here
Oh, anywhere feels like a holiday when I'm with you, dear
Wouldn't it be lovely to go where the sunshine goes on holiday
Wouldn't it be lovely if we could stay
Take me to
Parisian sun
Italian sky
Barcelonean sunset
Anywhere's fine
Canarian sun-drenched
That's what I like
Oh a holiday would be nice
Everything's easy
With your hand in mine
And everything tastes like sparkling wine
And you know all the right things to say
Oh darling
You're my favourite holiday
Ooh
You're my favourite holiday
Ooh
I want to go where it's sunny
We can drink coffee on the early morning train
I want to wear my sundress
And walk along the cobbled streets
Take me somewhere where the sea and the land meet
Wouldn't it be lovely to go where the sunshine goes on holiday
Wouldn't it be lovely if we could stay
Take me to
Parisian sun
Italian sky
Barcelonean sunset
Anywhere's fine
Canarian sun-drenched
That's what I like
Oh a holiday would be nice
And everything's easy
With your hand in mine
And everything tastes like sparkling wine
And you know all the right things to say
Oh darling
You're my favourite holiday
Mmm
I've got a ticket to Florence
Where the sky is ever-blue
And everyday feels like a Sunday afternoon
I don't care where
Let's just get away from here
Oh, anywhere feels like a holiday when I'm with you, dear
Wouldn't it be lovely to go where the sunshine goes on holiday
Wouldn't it be lovely if we could stay
Take me to
Parisian sun
Italian sky
Barcelonean sunset
Anywhere's fine
Canarian sun-drenched
That's what I like
Oh a holiday would be nice
Everything's easy
With your hand in mine
And everything tastes like sparkling wine
And you know all the right things to say
Oh darling
You're my favourite holiday
Ooh
You're my favourite holiday
Ooh
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Writer(s): Niamh Scattergood
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