The way she looked, the way she cried and the way she sighed
She was looking for something
Her auburn hair, her hazel eyes and a voice inside
She was looking for something
Come over to my place darling
What will be, will be
The hour is late and waiting
For a coffee and something nice
From Peckham to paradise
In the crowd, in the noise and the void
She was looking for something
Like a jewel, like a light, shining bright
She was looking for something
The way she moved, through the air without a care
She was looking for something
Without a noise, in the night no one in sight
She was looking for something

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