Lyrics:

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