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I'm in love with Emma Peel
Smooth as ivory, hard as steel.
Wanna know the way she feels.
Wanna touch her.
She appears upon the screen,
She's a two-dimensional dream.
Is she really what she seems?
Am I crazy?
The house is empty,
My girlfriend left me.
I don't go out
I've got no friends.
But I've got a TV, Emma,
you move me.
I feel good till the rerun ends.
Till the rerun ends.
The reception's crystal clear
I can feel she's really here
And I whisper in her ear,
"Lord, I love you."
Emma, I'll be your Steed,
I'll be all you'll ever need.
If I cry and if I plead
Will it help me?
The house is empty,
My girlfriend left me.
I don't go out
I've got no friends.
But I've got a TV,
Emma, you move me.
I feel good till the rerun ends.
Till the rerun ends.
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I come home late at night
On the floor to turn you on
I check for tint and Technicolor
After you there is no other
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
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
For Miss Emma Peel
For Miss Emma Peel
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