Peyton Place by Squeeze
In Peyton Place
My heart now beats
And floor boards creak
Where an angel sleeps
Her hair hung across her face
Like a bush hangs across a wall
She was short with a tidy smile
I could feel temptation call
From a fly in her ointment
To a big feather in her cap
It's a small world we discover
I had once worked for her dad
I was in gear making up stories
And we laughed at each other's tales
I watched her lips, I wanted to kiss them
My train of thought went off the rails
In Peyton Place
My heart now beats
And floor boards creak
Where an angel sleeps
In Peyton Place
I lie awake and hear the sound
That the angels make
In Peyton Place
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