She was sold at the Paradise Flats
Tell me what you think of that?
No goodbye, just a pat on the back
Well, I know she′s made her mind up
That she don't need me around
But I′ll forgive her just to see
What she's trying to do to me
You're trying to screw me down
Right through the ground, oh yeah
In Paradise Flats, there′s rooms for hire
No one cares who you are
You won′t come back, it's too late now
You′ve been seen too much, I know what you are
You won't come back, no, you won′t come back
Well, I know she's made her mind up
That she don′t need me around
But I'll forgive her just to see
What she's trying to do to me
You′re trying to screw me down
Right through the ground, oh yeah
Writer(s): Marty Wilde, Ronnie Scott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
