I just can't stomach it
Post-Northern, voyeuristic
There are seven items hidden in my glove compartment
Once a liar, always headed to a lordship title
None the wiser, I'm just trying to ignore it, sunshine
And yeah, somewhere, yeah, just somewhere in the Northern Quarter
I picture piles of money falling from the sky
Oh, I'm the prince that's in your emails
Take action quickly please
No credit card required
And I am not your baby
Don't wanna be a popstar now
Maybe I'll think about it later
Maybe I'll think about it la-
These cities are so strange, these people are so wild
(Flat-share well furnished for apartments in North London)
And if you think I'm fake, then you're probably right
(Prende fuego tú dinero para verme, verme)
So as these car parks get demolished into car parks
Well, let's think of all the places we could park when we were younger
People don't do drugs anymore
We sit around praying for money in oncoming traffic
We don't, we don't, we don't do anything drastic
There are people that live here
"Buildings without feeling, identical and soulless"
"It's just a laugh," no
You've been using that word wrong the whole time
And we didn't even tell you
'Cause I am not your baby
I don't wanna be a pop star now
Maybe I'll think about it later
Maybe I'll think about it later
These cities are so strange, these people are so wild
(Flat-share well furnished for apartments in North London)
And if you think I'm fake, then you're probably right
(Prende fuego tú dinero para verme, verme)
These cities are so strange, these people are so wild
(Flat-share well furnished for apartments in North London)
And if you think I'm fake, then you're probably right
(Prende fuego tú dinero para verme, verme)