Summerhouse

Well I live in London's summer house
You can leave the keys under the pot
There's a bed and a shop
Ll' stay open for a while

Should I move should I stay
Should I break the pot
Mi casa su casa
Are y'a ready or not
Did you like it round here
Or were you sensibly thoughtfully disappointed?

Well I thought there would be more of us who'd come and get together
This room is getting lonesome, could you come and get some sweaters?
We like it round here, let's leg it out leg it out now

And I'll ask please

Seven years of greed
Came flushing down

Let's leg it out then
And then just tell me when
It's mine

I live in London's Benidorm
You can press and hold the intercom
There's a bed and shop you'll stay tucked in for awhile
It's a funny little feeling living and a breathing in someone else's holidays
I wish I was another like I is another to they

And I'll ask please

Seven years of greed
Keep coming down

Let's raise a glass then
And won't you tell me when
It's mine

There's something about you
There's something about you that's really faint

You don't realise it
There's something inside you
That's really vain

But it's a sign

It's a funny little feeling
Living and a breathing in someone else's holidays

I wish I was another like I is another to they

And I'll live in London somehow
You can leave the keys under the pot

I don't wanna hold you, mould you, keep you down

And I'll say Grace
When your on your way

And I'll sedate
When your bags are made

And I'll say Grace
Somethings gone away

And I'll be great
When at last there's freedom