KEYHOLE STREET (Pete Ham)

On Keyhole Street

There's a small house all painted white

That I walk past going home from my work at night

I shouldn't care knowing that she is there

Looking through my window

I see her face and my heart starts to race, somehow


Don't think she's noticed me (don't think she's noticed me)

I'm just another boy

Oh, baby, can't you see (oh, baby, can't you see)

I want to bring, want to bring you joy

Want to bring you joy

Want to bring you joy

Want to bring you joy


On Keyhole Street

I walk on by every single day

Hopin' she will see, oh oh oh

What she means to me, oh oh oh

And I'll never be just another boy


On Keyhole Street

There's the lamp post that I lean against

When I wait every single day just to see your face

Shall I knock upon the door?

If I do, she might say "no"

And I'll have to go home from Keyhole Street

Home from Keyhole Street

Home from Keyhole Street

Home from Keyhole Street.