London

I met Miss Dolly on a Saturday Night
Was having drinks with friends, she had to catch a flight
Silly of me to fall in love from a simple hello
We counted the stars till the sun came up then it was time to go

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Miss Dolly said I gotta go. It's getting late
It's getting late, I gotta catch a flight now

Where you goin?
She said London yea

So I think I'll got to London
I think I'll got to London
I'm better off in London
I think I'll go to London
I think I'll go to London

Temperature is rising up

Now I'm thinking bout Dolly every day and night
And I'm thinking bout why I never took the flight
The soul don't lie when it says you gotta go where the love is
If London's where love lye's then I guess I better take the trip

Feel the rhythm of the bass man
Pump it up

Miss Dolly said you gotta come.
It's getting late, It's getting late you gotta catch a flight now

So I think I'll got to London
I think I'll got to London
I'm better off in London
I think I'll go to London
I think I'll go to London

Temperature is rising up



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Writer(s): Kyle Jason Smith
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