Little Miss London

We'll be back home, at 2am
Stuck in London, before day's end
Euston's trains, and Hackney's lights
A tapestry of unfinished nights

Weaving wheels, moving meals
Laughing eyes, as joy subsides
Taking in the smokey smog
Breathing out the absent fog
That lines the pavements placed upon
The long-gone stories where love belonged
Little Miss London, a city of a woman
One kiss away from being human

Woah Woah Oh Yeah

Smudged lipstick, and leopard print, a lady of the, night would sing,
Bring forth beer, and call me crazy, beneath it all she's crying save me
She's an Alcoholic, law abiding citizen, she strikes a pose, as suiters sit within
Her smokey glow, an english rose, upon the train of broken roads

Cackling with such sweet surrender, says the universe, is her defender
But does she know, the kindness shown, is eating her up from head to toe

Woah Woah Oh Yeah
She's Running, Running, Running, Running
Woah Woah Oh Yeah
She's Running, Running, Running, Running

Her heart pulsates to
The rhythm of the underground
And her eyes equate to
The traffic lights above the ground
Soulless, soulful, is
Her voice when she says
Don't kill me with kindness
You'll end up in my bed
Oh, Little Miss London
You're more than what's said