I write this song for a Pretty little girl She came to me in my sleep Hey Miss, I don't know what I'm doing With my life All I seem to do is chase my tail Around in circles I'm not getting anywhere Hey Miss do you have any time to spare? Oh come and take my hand dear girl Please don't call me Miss There's not a string of pearls around My neck, I'd rather be hung than Considered royal I'm gonna take you way up high Where the mountains clash With clouds of silver lining That's where you're gonna shine Year passed by but that Pretty little girl came back to me Hey Miss I'm still in the same old Bloody place This taste in my mouth is getting Bitter I don't wanna catch people's dreams Anymore 'Cos each time Miss I throw one of mine away That's a price for happiness I can't afford to pay Oh come and take my hand dear girl Please don't call me Miss There aint a string of pearls around My neck, I'd rather be hung than Considered royal I'm gonna take you way up high Where the mountains clash With clouds of silver lining I promise you will shine Never a beautiful young woman Always stayed a pretty little girl Hey Miss they say will you Wish upon a star, never say Catch a falling star Will you look over that cliff edge For me? 'Cos Miss, I fell from a greater height Than that I know I should have taken your hand But I felt my fingers slipping through Your grasp Before I touched the string of pearls At your neck with my grains of sand They seem dirty and worthless to you I doubt a blind beggar would Beg to differ 'Cos I know he'd see it too. Catch a falling star Put it in your heart Keep me warm in the coldest winter I'm a fallen star The fire burning around your heart. Sian Cook Copyright 2008