Top Of The Pops Songtext

I wanna show you New York City in the snow
I wanna buy you a brand new car that just goes
I know life ain't often great for you
I know what it's like at the end of the queue

Mother, why you leaning on Heaven for?
Just open your door and I promise we'll make an escape
Oh, stop leaning on Heaven's door
Just open your heart and I promise you
I promise we'll make an escape

I wanna be on Top of the Pops for you
I wanna move you to Beverly Hills for the view

Mother, why you leaning on Heaven for?
Just open your door and I promise we'll make an escape
Oh, stop leaning on Heaven's door
Just open your heart and I promise you
I promise we'll make an escape