Dave Mcpherson
Waltzing In A Supermarket
Walking down towards water's meet Removing shingle from weak tired feet Numbing them down in the cool stream Feeling slightly sick from the cream tea Let's hope Norris doesn't find us Let's hope that this hill doesn't kill us Let's move here and grow old together Love's last gift is remembrance So when I'm away, the thought of you always enhances my performance Lying awake in a hotel bed Dreaming of sleeping with you instead Bruschetta could never get boring Outside it's pouring in quaint little England You've made a man out of me Waltzing in a supermarket Waltzing in a supermarket Waltzing in a supermarket Waltzing in a supermarket
From Letras Mania