Its freezing in Bristol,
theres love on the telly.
A girl grinning at me,
shes doing the shimmy.
And shes cool,
and shes skinny..
And shes a fool for the
last living rock king.
Its her will, its her
wonder its her thrill,
its her way home.
Shes right where she
always wanted to be, she
cant change, change, change.
Its lightning in London.
Theres s*** on the telly.
Youre pushing my buttons,
you know how to touch me.
And I knew that youd choose me,
by the times that
you tried to refuse me.
Its your thrill, its your
wonder, its your will,
its youre way home.
Youre right where you
always wanted to be, you cant
change, change, change, whoa.
Its morning in Philly.
My heads feeling heavy.
The sun makes me dizzy.
You monkey you left me.
And I know that you miss me,
by the way that you
kiss and resist me.
Its my thrill, its my wonder,
its my will, its my way home.
Im right where I always
dreamed I would be. I cant
change, change, change, whoa.
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