Give Me Something Sweet

So many faces, impatient to make it, determined to work to an early grave, it's confusing, it's amusing, it's not for me.

And right from the station, you hear conversation, it sounds like hell, you can smell the desperation, it stinks, and methinks, it's not for me.

Oh, give me something sweet, this London air’s no good for me. All I really need, is a workshop in a quiet street. You need a dream to keep you on your feet. Oh I need nothing, if I've got something sweet.

These tired old men, uninspired and then some, are trying to find peace of mind in a ten tonne bottle of gin, my bottles will bring much more joy.

Depressive commuter, thinks she needs a suitor, spends hours just swiping on her computer. It's easy to see she, she just needs a scent to send her senses wild and liberate her inner child.

Give me something sweet, this London air’s no good for me. All I really need, is a workshop in a quiet street.

I'll make you something that sweeps you off your feet.

Oh I need nothing, if I've got something sweet.