dishwalla
miss emma peel
I come home late at night On the floor to turn you on I check for tint and Technicolor 'Cause after you there is no other  Your brown hair is my connection Connects my resurrection And everyone else is just a harlot Star Search spokes model starlet  Miss Emma Peel Black boots kick high at his face One last look at the grace of Miss Emma Peel  Catch the curve of your leather heel Before he blacks out That's another one down For Miss Emma Peel  I sit beside her in the evening And watch her rerun secrets by my ears Cat eyes watch with British humor 'Cause she's a mod-feel sixties savior  Your brown hair is my connection Connects my resurrection And everyone else is just a harlot A Star Search spokes model starlet  Miss Emma Peel Black boots kick high at his face One last look at the grace of Miss Emma Peel  Catch the curve of your leather heel Before he blacks out That's another one down for For Miss Emma Peel For Miss Emma Peel  Miss Emma Peel Black boots kick high at his face One last look at the grace of Miss Emma Peel  Catch the curve of your leather heel Before he blacks out That's another one down for For Miss Emma Peel  For Miss Emma Peel For Miss Emma Peel For Miss Emma Peel