LONDON GIRL
When she wakes up in the morning, you don't know what she's really after You can't hear the sound of reason, cause she keeps bragging of her disasters So you turn the radio up high, to drown out the T.V's laughter She picks up a book on love and crys a brand new chapter While the kids on 18th ave, destroy the thing's she's after

Yes, call her any name you wish, but the devil will do just fine.
She makes any man her guest then drowns them in red wine Yes she makes any man her guest, and kills them over time

She screams the broken world, won't give her what she wants She throws her head up high, then starts to jump and taunt Like a hustler on the beat, in a all night restaurant So let me warn you now, I aint the one you want to haunt Yes, let me tell you now, I aint the one you want

Yes, call her any name you wish, but the Devil will do just fine She makes any man her guest, and drowns them in red wine So keep your eyes wide open And look for all the signs She makes any man her guest, and kills them over time

The city's made a palace, for girls just like you between the lines and covers, along the freeway blues Don't say I didn't tell ya, don't say you never knew Don't try to say Im psychic, or a prophet breaking through

Yes, call her any name you wish, but the Devil will do just fine She makes any man her guest, and kills them over time Yes she makes any man her guest, and kills them over time

words&music C.Field
Champs des reves publishing 2007