It's freezing in bristol

There's love on the telly

A girl grinning at me

She's doing the shimmy.

And she's cool

And she's skinny

And she's a fool for the last living rock king.

It's her thrill

It's her wonder

It's her will

It's her way home

She's right where she always wanted to be

She can't change.

It's lightning in london

There's shit on the telly

You're pushing my buttons

You know how to touch me.

And I knew that you'd choose me

By the times that you tried to refuse me.

It's your thrill

It's your wonder

It's your will

It's your way home

You're right where you always wanted to be

You can't change.

It's 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.

It's my wonder

It's my will

It's my way home

I'm right where I always dreamed I would be

I can't change.