in peyton place my heart now beats and floorboards 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