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 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

 You're my london girl

 Just the sound of your voice

 And I ain't got no choice

The light was goinbg 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

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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