White Wall
Yellow burning thing, it’s a dirty sin I know
I’m on the pavement of my own mind it’s silly
Silly as the weather in June, March or December
Silly as a man can be, and I’m down, yes I’m down
And I sang my: La la teacher my, la la teacher for you
(I’m coming on the window)
My la la teacher, my la la teacher for you
(I’m coming on the window again)
And I watched my little baby from the seaside
Do you remember, the days when we were young
All tied up, by a teacher’s hand,
I was too shy and they said you’re too dry, but I didn’t notice
Flowers were hot in the cold winter night and so was I,
And I sang my: La la teacher, my la la teacher for you
(I’m coming on the window)
My la la teacher, my la la teacher for you
(I’m coming on the window again)
And I watched my little baby from the seaside
Yeah I watched my little baby from the seaside
I watched my baby from the seaside
Though itÒ‘s been far away IÒ‘m gonna help you out
Though itÒ‘s been far away IÒ‘m gonna help you out
Though itÒ‘s been far away, yes itÒ‘s been far away
And I sang my: La la teacher, my la la teacher for you
(I’m coming on the window)
My la la teacher, my la la teacher for you
(I’m coming on the window again)
And I sang my: La la teacher, my la la teacher for you
(I’m coming on the window)
My la la teacher, my la la teacher for you
(I’m coming on the window again)
I watched my little baby from the seaside…
I watched my baby from the seaside…