Petula Clark — Resist

Oh, I love his hair, oh yeah The kind of hair I long to touch I love him so And yet I know I must resist, resist, resist I love his eyes, oh my The kind of eyes I can't describe And though they say "Come along my way" I must resist, resist, resist Instrumental bridge He has a smile, oh my He has a style I've never known And though I feel This thing is real I must resist, resist, resist I love him so, oh I feel a blow just bein' near And though my soul Keeps cryin' out for him I must resist, resist, resist Resist