Emily Oh
She smiles like a trooper with nothing to say
Gold in her pockets, a heart made of clay
Heaven knows, Emily oh
Emily oh she got nowhere to go
Snow falling blue, she don't know what to do
Heaven knows, Emily oh
She sings like an angel who's fallen from grace
Rings on her fingers, mischief on her face
Heaven knows, Emily oh
She waves at the rain to hide out from her pain
Lips painted red though she'd never be vain
Heaven knows, Emily oh
She cries with the children and laughs on the train
Takes taxis to operas but won't take the blame
Heaven knows, Emily
Oh won't you dance with me now
Oh won't you dance with me now
Emily oh, she got nowhere to go
Snow falling blue, she don't know what to do
Heaven knows, Emily oh
Autor(es): Simon Poore