Vanilla O'lay

You treated me like a schoolgirl lover,

We never did follow any rules.

Into your arms and i'm running for cover,

All of my strings i've tied to you.



Can you hear the gypsy turnpike, oh it's calling.

So take our things out to the car.

And as the shades of night are fallin'

You're my bright and guiding star.



Vanilla o'lay, o'lay, o'lay, lay-la lay-la.

Vanilla o'lay, o'lay, o'lay, lay-la.

Vanilla o'lay, o'lay, o'lay, lay-la lay-la.

Vanilla o'lay, o'lay, o'lay, lay-la.



Oh my, my, my, my, you're looking better,

Seems like you were never ill.

The doctor, he's gonna send you a letter