Justin Currie - Little Stars lyrics

Hold on to your hats Dust off where you came from Throw those cameras away Embrace the things that you abstain from If you could all shut up Take a peek out from your hairstyles God is gonna speak Just as she comes through the turnstiles Little stars arrayed around her head and I swear, against my will I will be hers until the disbelieving ones are dead Don't look to the skies For a sign if it's gonna run smooth It's just a drop of rain Nothing compared to what we've come through Little stars arrayed around her head and I swear, against my will I will be hers until the disbelieving ones are dead Tripping on her train, slipping off the chairs There is nothing happens right in some affairs We might dance through the cake and tread it up the stairs As the revellers retire and divide up into pairs Little stars caught within my hair and I swear, against my will I will be hers until the disbelieving ones are dead