Lyrics:
Tiny goddess wrapped in laceThat certain smile upon your faceIs telling me what's to beWhen you leaveIn a room just five foot eightI sit alone and I will waitTo hear from you if you do decide toDon't try to humour meWith letters I can't readDon't sympathise with meDon't try to be discreetPhotograph that's in my caseWill travel with me every placeReminding me what to be for you loveOrchards smell of sweet perfumeThe mountainside is now in bloomAnd I am here waiting for your companyDon't try to humour meWith letters I can't readThe clock's at half past threeIt's stopped to wake like mePhotograph that's in my caseWill travel with me every placeReminding me what to be for you loveTiny goddess wrapped in laceThat certain smile upon your faceIs telling me what's to beWhen you leave