The devil moon took me through the alley Down by the kardomah and the centrale To the mews running through the backstreets Where the blacks sold fire and sleep The devil moon took me out of soho Up to camden where the cold north winds blow Sucked along by a winter shower To stand beside your shining tower This could be our final dance This could be our very last chance Just the sound of your voice Wherever I may be changes everything And then the worlds right with me Youre my london girl The way that you walk Youre my london girl The way that you talk Just the sound of your voice And I aint got no choice The light was goinbg out, the moon was dying The night was turning to a fine spring morning The dogs were barking and the kids were shouting The sun was splashing in a crystal fountain When the cold winds come to find you Blowing down from the top of the high rise Ill come and take you back down to soho Away from all those mad mens eyes This could be our final dance This could be our very last chance And if you cut me Dont you think I feel Is this body made of clay Is this heart made of steel Youre my london girl The way that you walk Youre my london girl The way that you talk Just the sound of your voice I aint got no choice This could be our final dance This could be our very last chance And if you cut me Dont you think I feel Is this body made of clay Is this heart made of steel Youre my london girl The way that you walk Youre my london girl The way that you talk Just the sound of your voice I aint got no choice