Miss Emma Peel Lyrics - Pet Your Friends - Dishwalla

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