I hear them talking. They're seeing through me.
A lush hes charming, oh.
London lighting shifting over me. I hear them talking.
Keep calm, keep classy girl,
and everything is fine the pressure of our faulty jurors.
Keep calm, keep classy girl, and everything is fine just lean onto my drunken slur.
Well wont you lean in close as I rehearse,
and listen to these special words.
Get up, get up, up, get up, get up
and lean in close as I rehearse.
Well wont you lean onto my drunken slur,
and listen to these special words.
Get up, get up, up, get up, get up
and lean in close as I rehearse.
Dear this is just desperate story line.
Well what did they say, well they said nothing, and did nothing to quell the crowd.
I saw her reading from the page, memorizing like a screenplay, but this verse is already done.
Keep calm, keep classy girl, and everything is fine, everything is just fine.
Keep calm, keep classy girl, and everything is fine just lean onto my drunken slur.
Well wont you lean in close as I rehearse,
and listen to these special words.
Get up, get up, up, get up, get up
and lean in close as I rehearse.
Well wont you lean onto my drunken slur,
and listen to these special words.
Get up, get up, up, get up, get up
and lean in close as I rehearse.
Dear this is just desperate story line.
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