Caravan - Waterloo Lily Lyrics
The view, Sixth AvenueThe legs of Waterloo LilyBlack tights for dark nightsOn a trip through PiccadillyIf you knew the kind of glueShe gums her eyelids withRealize, on those eyesThat's a gum you'd rather not useFrom a jar, in the house of Waterloo LilyPainted red, the double bedThe biggest in the cityEspecially sprung, hung undoneTo stimulate delightSex machines seem but cleanShe does things, you call her trueWaterloo Lily's got enough to turn us all onGot a bra to fit a carA port upon her back you warm your feet onA corset keeps her inSo when you pull a string it lets it all outLily Waterloo, Piccadilly bluePint of white on Lily's lipThe daily upper doorDown the caff, a cup of charDouble dog walk, brown and BritishImagine you and Lily too, aboard a double bunkRiding two, it's out of viewAll the things your sister won'tWaterloo Lily's got enough to turn us all onGot a bra to fit a carA port upon her back you warm your feet onA corset keeps her inSo when you pull a string it lets it all outLily Waterloo, Piccadilly blue
