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Scarlet boots, the kiss of death Patience and the end of it Blended angels, whispered love Countdown 'til it's gone for long Velvet voices, haunting slow Darkened notes with bright decor Georgian femmes are gone for weeks Southern belles in London sing My staring down the Eppley gate Two more days before the plane arrives And you'll be standing here with your smile I'm carving up the lobby seat Pushing down the caffeine drinks Checking the arrival screens for yours A hundred feet above the landing There's a girl gliding down She's floating toward me now Her sleeves are all stretching out And the jet is following behind Wake up London skids, a grinding halt Last night left to spend apart SongtexteYour bags are packed by now for home Stories of the tour unfold Booking agents, broken nose Butting heads with creeping dolts Georgian femmes are gone for weeks Southern belles in London sing Southern belles in London sing Aus Songtexte Mania