| Lyrics: | Transcribed by Mark Dorset
[sample:]
A lemonade.
Oo-oo-ooh, young
heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
[Backing
throughout the verses:] ba-ba-da ba-da ba-ba-ba-da...
Pass me the suitcase, baby. I
know it's not that easy and
give me my mirror, love, just give me back my memories,
and oh, oh, how many years is it now Maurice?
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
And, ooh, oh the clown's no
good.
And I was half-asleep, and riding on a slow-coach, I
think I lose all
these things still, meaning I'm not holy and, oh,
oh, your honey-dish, oh, it's on my list.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young
heart.
And, ooh, oh the clown's no good.
Wish my heart's wish climbing out
your window
for your savage amusement.
You put a spell over me, well,
smells like
lemon flavour.
ba-ba-da ba-da ba-ba-ba-da...
Tuesday, if I had you
back again you know I'm against the future.
Wednesday, I was a little girl (I was the
little girl who'd like to snog your face.)
and ooh, oh, how many years is it now Maurice?
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young
heart.
And, ooh, oh the clown's no good.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
And, ooh, oh the clown |
