Miss Emma Peel Lyrics

I come home late at night
On the floor to turn you on
I check for tint and Technicolor
'Cause after you there is no otherYour brown hair is my connection
Connects my resurrection
And everyone else is just a harlot
Star Search spokes model starletMiss Emma Peel
Black boots kick high at his face
One last look at the grace of
Miss Emma PeelCatch the curve of your leather heel
Before he blacks out
That's another one down
For Miss Emma PeelI sit beside her in the evening
And watch her rerun secrets by my ears
Cat eyes watch with British humor
'Cause she's a mod-feel sixties saviorYour brown hair is my connection
Connects my resurrection
And everyone else is just a harlot

A Star Search spokes model starletMiss Emma Peel
Black boots kick high at his face
One last look at the grace of
Miss Emma PeelCatch the curve of your leather heel
Before he blacks out
That's another one down for
For Miss Emma Peel
For Miss Emma PeelMiss Emma Peel
Black boots kick high at his face
One last look at the grace of
Miss Emma PeelCatch the curve of your leather heel
Before he blacks out
That's another one down for
For Miss Emma PeelFor Miss Emma Peel
For Miss Emma Peel
For Miss Emma Peel