Besedila: Pogues, The. London Girl.

:
The devil moon
Took me through the alley
Down by the Kardomah
And the Centrale
To the mews
Running through the backstreets
Where the blacks sold fire and sleep

The devil moon
Took me out of Soho
Up to Camden
Where the cold north winds blow
Sucked along
By a winter shower
To stand beside your shining tower

This could be our final dance
This could be our very last chance
Just the sound of your voice
Wherever I may be
Changes everything
And then the world's right with me

(You're my London girl)
The way that you walk
(You're my London girl)
The way that you talk
(You're my London girl)
Just the sound of your voice
I ain't got no choice

The lights were going out
The moon was dying
The night was turning to
A fine spring morning
The dogs were barking
And the kids were shouting
The sun was splashing in a chrystal fountain

And when the cold winds
Come to find you
Rolling down
From the top of the high rise
I'll come and take you back
Down to Soho
Away from all those madmen's eyes

This could be our final dance
This could be our very last chance
And if you cut me
Don't you think I feel
Is this body clay
Is this heart made of steel

(You're my London girl)
The way that you walk
(You're my London girl)
The way that you talk
(You're my London girl)
Just the sound of your voice
I ain't got no choice

This could be our very last chance
This could be our final dance
And if you cut me
Don't you think I feel
Is this body clay
Is this heart made of steel

You're my London girl)
The way that you walk
(You're my London girl)
The way that you talk
(You're my London girl)
To the rest of the world
You're my London girl