You're my London girl Just the sound of your voice This could be our final dance This could be our very last chance The way that you walk The way that you talk And I ain't got no choice And if you cut me, don't you think I feel Is this body made of clay,

Take a chance and don't think twice Life's a gamble, roll the dice Grab the wheel and don't look back Every day could be your last You want to be the king When I tell you jump, jump with me, get off your feet You want to live free This is your wake up