The Waifs - London Still lyrics

LONDON STILL (written by Donna Simpson) I wonder if you can pick up My accent on the phone When I call across the country When I call across the world I see you in my kitchen I can picture you now As you toast to your small town And you drink the happy hour I I I I took the tube over to Camden To wander around I bought some funky records With that old motown sound And I miss you like my left arm That Today I dream of home and not of London anymore I I Yeah I You know it I I think I And got myself a lover now If I ever come home and I, I think I will I hope you At my place on Sundays still Oh yeah I hope you will You know we got it sorted We really got it down To a fine art on Sunday In our sleepy Sunday town I wonder what I I think of songs I I And I I I I Oh I La la la la London still I