London Boy Lyrics (Taylor Swift)
London Boy Lyrics (Taylor Swift)
“London Boy” is a Song by American singer-Songwriter Taylor Swift from her seventh studio album.
Infatuation with a Love interest from London.
Released On 2019.
London Boy Lyrics
We can go drivin' in, on my scooterUh, you know, just riding in LondonAlright
I love my hometown as much as Motown, I love SoCalAnd you know I love Springsteen, faded blue jeans, Tennessee whiskeyBut something happened, I heard him laughingI saw the dimples first and then I heard the accentThey say home is where the heart isBut that's not where mine lives
You know I love a London boyI enjoy walking Camden Market in the afternoonHe likes my American smileLike a child when our eyes meet, darling, I fancy youTook me back to Highgate, met all of his best matesSo I guess all the rumors are trueYou know I love a London boyBoy, I fancy you (ooh)
And now I love high tea, stories from uni, and the West EndYou can find me in the pub, we are watching rugby with his school friendsShow me a gray sky, a rainy cab rideBabe, don't threaten me with a good timeThey say home is where the heart isBut God, I love the English
You know I love a London boyI enjoy nights in Brixton, Shoreditch in the afternoonHe likes my American smileLike a child when our eyes meet, darling, I fancy youTook me back to Highgate, met all of his best matesSo I guess all the rumors are trueYou know I love a London boyBoy, I fancy you
So please show me HackneyDoesn't have to be Louis V up on Bond StreetJust wanna be with youWanna be with youStick with me, I'm your queenLike a Tennessee Stella McCartney on the HeathJust wanna be with you (wanna be with you)Wanna be with you (oh)
You know I love a London boyI enjoy walking SoHo, drinking in the afternoon (yeah)He likes my American smileLike a child when our eyes meet, darling, I fancy you (you)Took me back to Highgate, met all of his best matesSo I guess all the rumors are true (yeah)You know I love a London boy (oh)Boy (oh), I fancy you (I fancy you, ooh)
So please show me HackneyDoesn't have to be Louis V up on Bond StreetJust wanna be with youI, I, I fancy you, ohStick with me, I'm your queenLike a Tennessee Stella McCartney on the HeathJust wanna be with you (ooh)Wanna be with youI fancy you (yeah), fancy youOh, ah.
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