London

And we’re bored
And we’re bored to the bone
Conversation
Some things are best left alone
Oh Why can’t I love you in London?
Why can’t I love you in London?
And they’re talking
But just outside my window
It’s just a whisper
But it’s you, I know
I know. Oh no. Oh no.
Why can’t I love you in London?
Why can’t I love you in London?
And when the
Morning comes
We won’t mention a thing
It was only a cheap second-hand ring
Why can’t I love you in London? Oh oh oh
And we’re bored
And we’re bored to the bone
And you wear it Like a cheap leather coat
Oh! We’re so pretty, we’re so broke!
Why can’t I love you in London?
Why can’t I love you in London?
Why can’t I love you in London?
Oh oohhh oh Oh oohhh oh