The birds make guttural sounds and protect me
My friends come to visit and love me a lot
I don't have the energy to fill this
I am like flight attendants on a 12 hour flight
And how I do love London
And how I do love London
I am intrigued by the boy with songs
Sometimes they write sometimes they write not
The steam will smell of puke and left us in the shower
The hug will feel forced upon you, inconsolable thing
And how I do love London
And how I do love London
Deep breaths will not make my brain stand still
To be loved and swallowed are single and depraved
I love speaking French to the taxi drivers
We slept and were cold on the train out of France
And how I do love London
And how I do love London
