Yeahhh There's this girl She works behind my local bakery And tried to sell me the world Woahh here's the flaw She's the girl next door And she rides a bike in a knee length skirt I just can't see beyond the blonde of her hair Ohh it falls across her like a waterfall Niagra's jealous of the way that she walks She's got daydreams dripping from her leather jacket Like the economic crisis doesn't matter at all It doesn't to you with a boyfriend or two You can get away with sunglasses when it's not warm Cos' we all can't look beyond the blonde of your hair
And London burns for you Should be illegal I can't breathe I'm just a troubadour And you're the girl next door Cos' honey you don't look half seventeen And you're stunning hair like Haloween And it's such a shame that I prefer brunettes!
And now the violence of my phone vibrating Introduced me to the afternoon Seems we're sleepless in Seattle I'd rather Notting Hill Do you love me still? Oh no you don't I know you won't Sipping from my heart like it's a can of Cola Stop. Did someone shout Sinatra? Oh fly me to a strawberry Moon Where I'll pretend you're Reese Whitherspoon Sister's ?passport? sneaked in for free While I'm just courtly loving you But sweet cheeks It's easy To forget that I prefer brunettes
And London burns for you Should be illegal I can't breathe I'm just a troubadour Who loves the girl next door Cos' honey you don't look half seventeen And you're stunning hair like Haloween And it's such a shame that I prefer brunettes!
And please Yeah pretty please Won't you let me decorate your denim dungarees? Please Yeah pretty please Won't you let me decorate your denim dungarees? And please Yeah pretty please Won't you let me decorate your denim dungarees? And please Yeah pretty please Won't you let me decorate your denim dungarees?
Cos' you Should be illegal I can't breathe I'm just a troubadour Who loves the girl next door Cos' honey you don't look half seventeen And you're stunning hair like Haloween And it's such a shame that I prefer brunettes!