April, 2026
Keys, Synth Bass: Dala Botha / Guitars: Leo Abrahams / Drums: Dennis Holt / Mix: Martin Cooke / Master: Elliot James Mulhern / Written by Dala Botha / Produced by Etherdene
Verse 1 You loved high heels And fashion magazines You were street smart With a pure heart You baked pastries Told me stories Teacher’s daughter Lost her mother Chorus Everybody loved your sense of style You were my very own Lady Di Your lullabies rocked this kid to sleep When midnight struck, you prayed for me (Prayed for prayed for) When midnight struck (Prayed for prayed for) When midnight struck Verse 2 I lost you before you left Numbing aches with every breath In November, when you went All your colors came rushing back Chorus Everybody loved your sense of style You were my very own Lady Di Your lullabies rocked this kid to sleep When midnight struck, you prayed for me Bridge You taught me piano Boy, did we fight I was so awful with you But you were always right You could always find me Wherever I was at You could always comfort any aches I had And if I start crying I never may stop This isn’t goodbye We know that by heart If I could just hold you One more time Watch Dr Zhivago Late into the night (Prayed for prayed for) Mmmm (Prayed for prayed for) When midnight struck (Prayed for prayed for) When midnight struck (Prayed for prayed for) When midnight struck Chorus Everybody loved your sense of style You were my very own Lady Di Your lullabies rocked this kid to sleep When midnight struck, you prayed for me Everybody loved your sense of style You were my very own Lady Di Your lullabies rocked this kid to sleep When midnight struck, you prayed for me
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