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,

I wanna see you but you're not mine I didn't even see you when I liked you Now I ain't got no time Girl I wanna see you undo it Twist around the lounge Sun drowns the house Stick another pill in my head and go to bed We're not doing it again so leave it

Can you get used to that? Girl you can, trust me Take you on shopping sprees Release all of your stress when you're with me Girl you're my mission Body on the counter, legs in the wind If I get in the shower, you gon' get in We came to bed for hours,