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 other
And your brown hair is my connection
Connects my resurrection
And everyone else is just a harlot, oooh
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Miss Emma Peel
Black boots, kick high at his face
One last look at the grace
Of Miss Emma Peel
Catch the curve of your leather heel
Before he blacks out, that's another one down for Miss Emma Peel
I sit beside her every evening
And watch her rerun secrets by my ears
Cat eyes watch with British humor
'Cause she's a mod-feel sixties savior
And your brown hair is my connection
Connects my resurrection
And everyone else is just a harlot, oooh
Star Search spokesmodel starlet
Miss Emma Peel
Black boots, kick high at his face
One last look at the grace
Of Miss Emma Peel
Catch the curve of your leather heel
Before he blacks out, that's another one down
For Miss Emma Peel
For Miss Emma Peel
Miss Emma Peel
Black boots, kick high at his face
One last look at the grace
Of Miss Emma Peel
Catch the curve of your leather heel
Before he blacks out, that's another one down
For Miss Emma Peel
For Miss Emma Peel
For Miss Emma Peel
For Miss Emma Peel
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