Tilly

You appear cLoned, your picture up in lights, more popular than the Jones, if love holds true, know the bells to strike, hold each part of you, tell me you're alone, no matter how we fight, or beat our yellow bones, you are not for fools, handdome before your time, fighting off the perdue, why scream down a ‘phone, say here'S no paradise, Flame burns in your soul, for all the great reviews, dreams pass out of sight, wind blows a cold truth, clouds ride big and bold, colour floods the sky, you sing less to atone, want me stand in line.