She had a lovely little accent
Like she was straight from the BBC
I had a little bit of hesitation
I
never saw what she saw in me Now I'm rolling down the street thinking
ain't life sweet Begging for strawberries and her cream
I told myself I wouldn't fall for some old flea
But oh *,
there I go Watching my head sail over my toes
Pretty face,
hair color rose I'm holidaying from the English coast
Oh, I, oh I know The way this is gonna go
Come fall,
it'll fall apart Some are loving for the faint of heart
She
took her sunnies off my dashboard She left a lipstick on my cheek
And then she got real quiet Like she
had a secret she was trying to keep
And leaned in close to me
She winked and turned down the music real low
And said the British were better at rock and roll
And she looked so good I didn't dare to disagree
I told myself I wouldn't fall for some old
flea
But oh *, there I go
Watching my head sail over my toes Pretty face,
hair color rose
I'm holidaying from the English coast Oh,
I,
oh I know
The way this is gonna go
Come fall,
it'll fall apart Some are loving for the faint of heart
Oh,
I know
Sooner or later this will fall apart
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
But for now I'm rolling down the street thinking ain't life sweet
Begging for strawberries and a cream I told
myself I wouldn't fall for some old flea
I told myself I wouldn't fall for some old flea
But oh *,
there I go Watching my head sail over my toes
Pretty face,
hair color rose I'm holidaying from the English coast
Oh, I, oh I know
The way this is gonna go Come fall,
it'll fall apart Some are loving for the faint of heart
Sooner or later she'll break my heart I know,
I know,
I know,
I know,
I know
But for now I'm strolling down the street thinking
ain't life sweet Begging for strawberries and a cream
I told myself I wouldn't fall for some old flea