The Streets, Jazz Morley - Brexit at Tiffany's lyrics

[The Streets, Jazz Morley - Brexit at Tiffany's lyrics]

First hour of the day
Always get so much done so much was undone
The sun came up in London
Over breakfast, I had an epiphany
Meet me on Bond Street

You talk like traffic
I'm tryin' to cross the road
But who wants pedestrian? Black taxis' mass
You signal something jumbled that I
Just have to love
You call me Jack the Ripper
I'm so about these gaslights

The gaslights look old
They would cast light, looking cold
If the night wasn't over
Aimless on my feet like any
Old James on Bond Street manicured pavements
Manicured behaviour



Over breakfast I had an epiphany
Meet me on Bond Street brexit at Tiffany's
Nostalgic for glamour that never happеned
Put your fork in the ham on a gingham table
Pour thе Assam and spill
On the porcelain saucer
I don't listen to music like you do
I listen to the same song over and over
Together in leather in umbrella weather
There's no window dressing us
I can't afford the price
Blurry people walk past, as I remain starin'
Like a Dirty Diana teapot
Let's commemorate us
Get the silver engraved in loving memory

Over breakfast I had an epiphany
Meet me on Bond Street brexit at Tiffany's
Over breakfast I had an epiphany
Meet me on Bond Street
Your face is a foreign language
Like an Arabic Rolex façades of London
Meet me on Bond Street

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