Ridin’ on a fast train from Batley
Gonna reach London at two
It Pleases Me to Please You Lyrics – Phil Everly
It Pleases Me to Please You Lyrics by Phil Everly
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Ridin’ on a fast train from Batley
Gonna reach London at two
If I were a man with a silver-tipped cane
And spats of doeskin grey
I was too late for the party
And when I looked around for you
Some fools say that love is just a lie
Other fools made up to make us cry
There’s a village, hidden deep in the valley
Among the pine trees half forlorn
He may bring you gold and silver
He may buy you many things
You’re soft you’re warm
How I love to hold you
You’re more precious than a mountain that’s made of gold
Warmer than the summer sun in mid-July
I’ve been cheated, been mistreated
When will I be loved?
You’re really quite a beauty
And it seems strange to me