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London

London London London, wanna go down like London London London, we goin? down like How come every time you come around My London London Bridge wanna go down like London London London

People always comin' up to me and askin' "Dolly, what's your secret? With all you do, your attitude Just seems to be so good How do you keep it?" Well

Another foggy night in London town All the dreamers are asleep No one understands what I have found No, not even me Foolishly, I fall To the obvious

Do you know what you're looking for? Streets of gold, fame and fortune? You didn't fancy working in a factory But your mum and dad didn't agree You slept

I think you're, oh, so beautiful I think you're so kind And I think I would miss you If you disappear into the divine And I think of an apple core When

I don't like guilt be it stoned or stupid Drunk and disorderly I ain't no cupid Two years ago today I was arrested on christmas eve I don't want pain

I wish I had a talking book That told me how to act and look A talking book that contained keys To past and present memories A talking book that said

Why do you talk, why do you waste time Saying the same old thing, it should be a crime You never listen, instead you stammer As though you're interesting

Well, Daft Punk is playing at my house, my house I'll show you the ropes kid, show you the ropes I got a bus and a trailer at my house, my house I'll