She lives next door in the ivy colored house
on the roof top, confident, sleeping in the warmth
Through the trees and the falling of the leaves
She tells me stories of when she was a Queen
We could run, but theres nowhere else to go
Tell me dear, the one, the one, the one
Beautiful you are
Too close to not be holding hands
Throwing consequence aside
In your coat, fighting off the frosted air
Were sure of ourselves, were sure of it now
Have to know, that I was fond of you
Tell me dear. Go on, go on, go on
Beautiful you are.
You could say that I want you too.
Like I know, you do, you do, you do.
Go on, go on, go on