I'm a first time buyer on the road
where a distant Perry Como echoes
amongst the woodworm and the damp
played out on a teak phonogram
Under this northern sky
on the step stone next to mine
Florrie's polished brasses
mirror bottom bottled glasses
And the curious secret of a smile
you love them all the while
Drawn like a moth to a flame
look away, or come what may
If a gameheart takes you calling
she's on the piano without warning
with a tune in her soul
Doris has Jesus in tow
Sherry in a dirty cup
is an offering from above
Water into wine, she said
mid Sunday best lips, orange red
And the curious secret of a smile
you love them all the while
Drawn like a moth to a flame
look away, or come what may
Harry paints hats on gnomes
where yellow plastic flowers grow
In a yard too dark for greens
he leans hard on his dreams
Glimpse by chance a glance
see the club footed man dance
His walls unpainted plaster pink
he takes a leak in the kitchen sink
And the curious secret of a smile
you love them all the while
Drawn like a moth to a flame
look away, or come what may
One hour upon a stage
here framed and glazed
in a dolls' house scene
Brown, Jones and Robson in between
And the curious secret of a smile
you love them all the while
Drawn like a moth to a flame
look away, or come what may
And the curious secret of a smile
you love them all the while
Drawn like a moth to a flame
look away, or come what may
where a distant Perry Como echoes
amongst the woodworm and the damp
played out on a teak phonogram
Under this northern sky
on the step stone next to mine
Florrie's polished brasses
mirror bottom bottled glasses
And the curious secret of a smile
you love them all the while
Drawn like a moth to a flame
look away, or come what may
If a gameheart takes you calling
she's on the piano without warning
with a tune in her soul
Doris has Jesus in tow
Sherry in a dirty cup
is an offering from above
Water into wine, she said
mid Sunday best lips, orange red
And the curious secret of a smile
you love them all the while
Drawn like a moth to a flame
look away, or come what may
Harry paints hats on gnomes
where yellow plastic flowers grow
In a yard too dark for greens
he leans hard on his dreams
Glimpse by chance a glance
see the club footed man dance
His walls unpainted plaster pink
he takes a leak in the kitchen sink
And the curious secret of a smile
you love them all the while
Drawn like a moth to a flame
look away, or come what may
One hour upon a stage
here framed and glazed
in a dolls' house scene
Brown, Jones and Robson in between
And the curious secret of a smile
you love them all the while
Drawn like a moth to a flame
look away, or come what may
And the curious secret of a smile
you love them all the while
Drawn like a moth to a flame
look away, or come what may