Tiny goddess wrapped in lace That certain smile upon your face Is telling me what's to be When you leave In a room just five foot eight I sit alone and I will wait To hear from you if you do decide to ♪ Don't try to humour me With letters I can't read Don't sympathise with me Don't try to be discreet ♪ Photograph that's in my case Will travel with me every place Reminding me what to be for your love Orchards smell of sweet perfume The mountainside is now in bloom And I am here waiting for your company ♪ Don't try to humour me With letters I can't read ♪ The clock's at half past three It's stopped to wake like me ♪ Photograph that's in my case Will travel with me every place Reminding me what to be for your love Tiny goddess wrapped in lace That certain smile upon your face Is telling me what's to be When you leave