Flora

Flora you've made quite a journey into London town
What have you found? What do you take back to Paris?

The streets are mean, the fog lays green
In London town, there's frowns all around
And the smoke creates
A terrifying face all around, yeah yeah yeah

Flora you've made quite a journey into London town
What do you see? What will you take back to Paris my lady?

The sickly smell, the fuel of hell
Lies in London town, shrouded in black cloud
And the ladies of the night
Serve the ruler's appetites yeah, it's madness, yeah yeah yeah
Oh it's madness

Betrothed to sorrow, committed to objection
And her only choice: dishonour or oppression
Seduced, deceived
Abandoned, left to grieve, all alone, yeah yeah yeah

Flora you've made quite a journey
Flora you've made quite a journey
Flora you've made quite a journey
Flora you've made quite a journey



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Writer(s): Stephen Powell
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