London - The Rumble Strips

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