(DiffordTilbrook)



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 hear temptation call

From a fly in her ointment

To the 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



The party was now ending

So she gave me a lift back home

Somehow I felt so nervous

She drove so slowly on the road

Next thing I knew she was in my arms

Her hair was all over my face

I brushed it aside she invited me in

Now my heart beats in Peyton Place



Her hair hung across her face like

A bush hangs across a wall