The Nigel Purcell Trio - The dancehall girl

She waits in the wings
The showband sings
A favourite tune she likes
Lovers will swoon held tight
Under the Palais lights
The dancehall girl

Now people go home
Hands them their coats
Wondering where they're from
She sometimes tries them on
Under the cloakroom lights
The dancehall girl

She stacks up the chairs
She's unaware
World of her own at night
The mop is a man held tight
If only her dreams took flight
The dancehall girl

Written by:
Andrew Purcell, Nigel Ratcliffe

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music

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