(Difford/Tilbrook)  



In Peyton Place my heart now beats  

And floor boards creak where an angel sleeps  

Her hair hung across her face  

Like a bush hangs across a wall  

She was short with a tidy smile  

I could hear temptation call  

From a fly in her ointment  

To the big feather in her cap  

It's a small world we discover  

I had once worked for her dad  

I was in gear making up stories  

And we laughed at each other's tales  

I watched her lips I wanted to kiss them  

My train of thought went off the rails  



In Peyton Place my heart now beats  

And floor boards creak where an angel sleeps  

In Peyton Place  

I lie awake and hear the sound  

That the angels make  

In Peyton Place  



The party was now ending  

So she gave me a lift back home  

Somehow I felt so nervous  

She drove so slowly on the road  

Next thing I knew she was in my arms  

Her hair was all over my face  

I brushed it aside she invited me in  

Now my heart beats in Peyton Place  



Her hair hung across her face like  

A bush hangs across a wall