Peyton Place

(Difford/Tilbrook) In Peyton Place my heart now beats And floor boards creak where an angel sleeps Her hair hung across her face Like a bush hangs across a wall She was short with a tidy smile I could hear temptation call From a fly in her ointment To the big feather in her cap It's a small world we discover I had once worked for her dad I was in gear making up stories And we laughed at each other's tales I watched her lips I wanted to kiss them My train of thought went off the rails In Peyton Place my heart now beats And floor boards creak where an angel sleeps In Peyton Place I lie awake and hear the sound That the angels make In Peyton Place The party was now ending So she gave me a lift back home Somehow I felt so nervous She drove so slowly on the road Next thing I knew she was in my arms Her hair was all over my face I brushed it aside she invited me in Now my heart beats in Peyton Place Her hair hung across her face like A bush hangs across a wall