Lletres:
Courteeners The Falcon

You are the last of the ladies You are the only one who can save me You are, you are, you are You are the one to grow old with To live, to laugh, and

Well I'm in Manchester, And you're in London town. I'm having a time of my life, but I'm dying to go down. I don't know, If i should, Come see you,

You walked over still hungover from the night before Those idiot girls were looking over I don't know what for That vintage Chanel dress that you wore

I heard you coming in from town, stilettos scrape the ground, I saw you in your overcoat, a random on your throat, I know you this is not the girl, that

A biycle shop at the end of the road a chinese chippy to ease the load. The lights are low and life's not fair but what i have is yours to share. Victoria