One of Ms Hardy's impossible to find early songs. There are Italian and French versions. The original is in English and was first a hit by a group called Nirvana in England...Not THAT Nirvana :). In my opinion, the Italian version is the best I have ever heard. This is the English version.
Ms Hardy has a huge English Speaking following and every now and then she would throw us a bone by recording something in English. :) This is off an early LP. I still think she looks stunning and hopefully I show this in the clips.
I also have the French version and will put that out in a few days.
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Lyrics
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tiny goddess wrapped in lace
that certain smile upon your face
is telling me what's to be when he leaves
in a room just five foot eight
I sit alone and I will wait
to hear from him, to wait for him to call me
don't let him humour me
with letters I won't read
please sympathise with me
if only you could speak
photograph that's in my case
will travel with me every place
reminding me
what to be for his love
orchards smell of sweet perfume
the mountainside is now in bloom
and I am here
waiting for his company
don't let him humour me
with letters I won't read
the clock's at half past three
it's stopped awake like me
tiny goddess wrapped in lace
that certain smile upon your face
is telling me what's to be when he leaves
in a room just five foot eight
I sit alone and I will wait
to hear from him, to wait for him to call me
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