Paradise Flat

She was sold at the paradise flats
Tell me, what do you think of that?
No goodbye
Just a pat on my back

Well I know she's made her mind up
That she don't need me around

But I'll be trying just to see
What you're trying to do to me
You're trying to screw me down
Right through the ground, oh yeah

In paradise flats there's rooms for hire
No one cares who you are
You won't come back, it's too late now
You've been seen too much
I know what you are
You won't come back, no you won't come back

Well I know she's made her mind up
That she don't need me around

But I'm forgiving just to see
What you're trying to do to me
You're trying to screw me down
Right through the ground oh yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Marty Wilde, Ronnie Scott
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