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 world's all right with me You're my London girl The way that you walk You're my London girl The way that you talk Just the sound of your voice And I ain't got no choice The light was going 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 and find you Blowing down from the top of the high rise I'll come and take you back down to Soho Away from all those mad men's eyes This could be our final dance This could be our very last chance And if you cut me, don't you think I feel Is this body made of clay, is this heart made of steel You're my London girl The way that you walk You're my London girl The way that you talk Just the sound of your voice And I ain't got no choice This could be our final dance This could be our very last chance And if you cut me, don't you think I feel Is this body made of clay, is this heart made of steel You're my London girl The way that you walk You're my London girl The way that you talk Just the sound of your voice And I ain't got no choice