Riley

To begin again, it's hardly right, blown down gossamer lanes, I've lost a few, given such nights, show by airs of truth, now my voice is game, before it gets tight, but not on your estate, don't make me stew, in this paradise, accept my refusal, in my own secret way, I'll see the sights, kiss me quietly again, where others have gone, without a fight, i will blossom, made everyone say, she's a simple mite, sing a lovely refrain, made you sign.