Girl From London

I know this girl from LondonShe owns a house up on Fitching RowAnd every night she takes some strange man to her roomAt the innAlone.She wears a diamond 'neath the moonWe bring her flowers in the afternoonI can't imagine why love has passed her byBut she thinks her love is comingComing soon.And the wheel goes round and round and round and roundYeah, the wheel goes roundAnd it keeps on turning around and round and roundYeah, the wheel just keeps on spinning round.Sometimes she's weary in the nightSometimes her heart is sinking lowShe's just trying to find someone to call her friendSomeone to share the secrets of her soul.And the wheel goes round and round and round and roundYeah, the wheel goes roundAnd it keeps on turning around and round and roundYeah, the wheel just keeps on turning roundAnd it keeps on spinning around and round and roundYeah, the wheel just keeps on spinning round.Ha-I........Hi-Ha-Hi-Hi-I-I....