(Shane MacGowan)

The devil moon took me through the alley

Down by the Kardomah and the Centrale

To the Mews running through the backstreets

Where the Blacks sold fire and sleep

The devil moon took me out of Soho

Up to Camden where the cold north winds blow

Sucked along by a winter shower

To stand beside your shining tower



This could be our final dance

This could be our very last chance

Just the sound of your voice

Wherever I may be changes everything

And then the world's right with me

You're my London girl

The way that you walk

You're my london girl

The way that you talk

Just the sound of your voice

And I ain't got no choice



The light was going out, the moon was dying

The night was turning to a fine Spring morning

The dogs were barking and the kids were shouting

The sun was splashing in a crystal fountain

When the cold winds come to find you

Blowing down from the top of the high rise

I'll come and take you back down to Soho

Away from all those mad men's eyes



This could be our final dance

This could be our very last chance

And if you cut me

Don't you think I feel

Is this body made of clay

Is this heart made of steel

You're my London girl

The way that you walk

You're my London girl

The way that you talk

Just the sound of your voice

I ain't got no choice



This could be our final dance

This could be our very last chance

And if you cut me

Don't you think I feel

Is this body made of clay

Is this heart made of steel

You're my London girl

The way that you walk

You're my London girl

The way that you talk

Just the sound of your voice

I ain't got no choi