She said she's tired of my antics

Came to her uni and I had a madness with one little dickhead on her campus

Now I'm looking like a villain ca' I find it hard to fit in with the high life and the champers

And I always fuck it up when I try and buckle up and then attempt to be romantic

She's the princess, I'm the bandit

She's the painting; I'm the canvas but this pictures not so pretty

I'm just trying to understand this, could you tell me what the plan is

Could you spare me with the pity?

We're not speaking the same language

But see all my problems vanish every single time you're with me

So why should I be embarrassed when I bring you to my city?

Baby welcome to my city.