Sing - Suggs

I’ll meet in the French House, we’ll bump into my mum

She’ll be wearing orange kaftan, his flys will be undone

We’re driking pink champagne, although it’s going through the roof

And we’ll scatter words to and fro across the truth

That we’re all as sad as sadness, we’re all as high as kites

On our way to madness, on a Soho ladies night

We’ll sing songs of longing, I’ll smoke a huge cigar

I’ll take you in my arms and sing

Moving away from the French House like a drunken steam train

Red light, blue light, orange light, green

Down the middle of the street with an abstracted air

Wearing perfume du carbon monoxide

Past doors full of winos in the learing London lights

On our way to Madame Jo Jo’s on a Soho ladies night

Now we’ve come this far there’s no going back

Take me in your arms and sing

No one can stop my birds from singing, no one can stop my bells from ringing

No one can keep the scenes from shifting, no one can stop my sand from drifting

No one can stop my boat from rocking, no can make the scenes less shocking

No one can keep the world from spinning, take me in your arms and sing

No one can stop my birds from singing, no one can stop my bells from ringing

No one can keep the scenes from shifting, no one can stop my sand from drifting

No one can stop my boat from rocking, no can make the scenes less shocking

No one can keep the world from spinning, no one can stop this girl from singing