When she's hot, it's the heat of a burning at the stake.
And when she's cold, it's the chill of a frozen Moscow lake.
And when she smiles, is it real or the smile an assassin makes
Before he sends you to hell?
She's an East End girl.
When she sighs, it's the sound of a sleeping tiger's stir.
And when she cries, it's a storm like the world has never heard.
And when she lies, you'll believe in every single word
'Cause you can never tell
With an East End girl.
And when they're kicking down the door, she'll be there at your side.
They'll never take her alive 'cause she's an East End girl.
She's dangerous and beautiful and proud,
With her feet on the ground and her head high in the clouds.
And all it takes is one look through a late night party crowd
To put you under the spell
Of an East End girl.
And she may move out to the country or the coast
For the kids and the Volvo and the Sunday roast.
But there's one thing her posh neighbours can never boast
Underneath her shell,
She's an East End girl.
