Let me sing my predilections, oh girl, herein lies a contradiction.
It's heavenly letting go, heavenly letting go,
we could do something, we could do something we haven't done for a long time...
Hey Sugar, what d'you say? Keep your lipstick on it's four in a day
I've no lucid conversation now my every thought bears an abstraction.
It's heavenly letting go, heavenly letting go,
we could do something, we could do something we'd never desired to try.
Hey Sugar, what d'you say? Keep your lipstick on it's four in a day.
I don't recognise you no more
I don't want to be a Londoner.
Keep your lipstick on it's four in a day.
I don't recognise you no more,
I don't want to be a Londoner.
Maybe you want to be a Londoner?