Lyrics
What’s the point of this she said
In her red lipstick again
At the clover club
Talking bout her holiday
I just can’t keep up
Next month France or maybe Spain
Stuck in the city
I’m feeling dizzy
Chalk it up to fun
She’ll move to London
Looking for something
I’m just catching up
And she’ll leave again next year
By the time I’m there she’s here
Then she’s gone away
Sittin round at some cafe
Just like nothing changed
She’ll be bored on Saturday
Stuck in the city
I’m feeling dizzy
Chalk it up to fun
She’ll move to London
Looking for something
I’m just catching up
Well I’ve missed the queue once again
On her way
What a shame
Stuck in the city
I’m feeling dizzy
Chalk it up to fun
She’ll move to London
Looking for something
I’m just catching up
I missed the punchline
Thinkin bout last time
She’ll go anywhere her fathers
Got some big pockets
So she’s got options
I’ll try to catch up with her one day
Written by: Luke Asgian