Little Miss London - Bulletproof, The Bulletproof Bomb, The Bulletproof

She thinks she’s Little Miss London, way she clicks her heels

She’s got a male lover regardless of how it feels

She’s got you round her finger in the

She’s got a range to bring down hearing on the phone

Eyeing up the sheep again

Over yours just lie in this

Clogging up the skins like this

Well I miss waiting in a queue

For the only place that he should do

beats in there

And down to town but they’re not so rare

You might lose that at home

You might lose that at home

You might lose that at home

She thinks she’s Little Miss London, way she clicks her heels

She’s got a male lover regardless of how it feels

She’s got you round her finger

She’s got a range to bring down hearing on the phone

She’s moving to the sounds

renowned

change I can feel this

Running on the

She’s

Swaying it so you

Moving up to meet her gaze

And you look to her eyes and raise and you go

I might lose that at home

You might lose that at home

You might lose that at home

I say one more drink

One more drink

You think you’re Little Miss London, way you click your heels

You’ve got a male lover regardless of how it feels

You’ve got me round your finger in the

You’ve got a range to bring down hearing on the phone

You’re here with my main jacket

stone

I’m telling you right now, yeah

You might lose fuck at home

Oh, you might lose that at home

Oh, you might lose that at home

Oh, you might lose that at home

Oh, you might lose that at home