London Still

LONDON STILL (written by Donna Simpson)



I wonder if you can pick up

My accent on the phone

When I call across the country

When I call across the world

I see you in my kitchen

I can picture you now

As you toast to your small town

And you drink the happy hour

I’m in London still

I’m in London still

I’m in London still



I took the tube over to Camden

To wander around

I bought some funky records

With that old motown sound

And I miss you like my left arm

That’s been lost in a war

Today I dream of home and not of London anymore

I’m in London still

I’m in London still

Yeah I’m in London still



You know it’s ok

I’m kinda happy here for now

I think I’ve finally grown up

And got myself a lover now

If I ever come home and I, I think I will

I hope you’re gonna want to hang

At my place on Sundays still

Oh yeah I hope you will

‘Cause I’m in London still



You know we got it sorted

We really got it down

To a fine art on Sunday

In our sleepy Sunday town

I wonder what I’m missing

I think of songs I’ve never heard

I’m dreaming of your voices

And I’m dreaming of your herb

I’m in London still

I’m in London still

I’m in London still

Oh I’m in London still

La la la la London still

I’m in London…






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