Petula

In a blue cigarette haze, knowing what has to be, truth as usual slides away, lies awash on the coast, sheltered by the sea, asks what i love the most, dares me talk of open ways, you say you'd crawl on your knees, if that's the case, Sunday face bright without loss, the house bought by Daddy, doesn't discount cost, it takes a wronged certainty, to wipe my face turn a cheek, think everything of me, ask should you make tea, your life sublime, why is it so easy to lie, say where i've been ?