Toxteth girl sing for me tonight,
Let’s see you there now glamorously
In the spotlight,
You’re more than a night-club singer,
More than a girl in the background,
Let your vocal power break that wall of sound.
Pick up that microphone
And sing some old-time standard,
Let the broken-hearted alone
Hear some sad, romantic ballad,
Stretch their heartstrings tight
As the lights begin to fade,
Sing the chorus for all of us
Of a classic no longer played.
And Toxteth girl with your face that’s Spanish brown
And your raven-black hair sweeping over your shoulders
Sweetly streaming down,
Sing some Tamla Motown, ‘Baby Love’ or ‘Tears Of A Clown’
Sing some cabaret and we’ll dance the night away.
And Toxteth girl come up to the fore,
Imagine the polite applause is a palladium encore,
Is it the starry-night or the stardom you desire?
Come on set the stage alight
And set the night on fire.
Forget the sadness and sorrow
come on take a bow,
You’ll be a star tomorrow,
you’ll be a star some way somehow,
The world will see your beauty,
The world is in your hand
When you sing ‘Stand By Me’
And ‘Footprints In The Sand’
by Anthony J. Quinn Amateur
by Anthony J. Quinn | Amateur