Let me finish before I begin
Speakers cornered by this London Djinn
Gift of the gab, no sleep
Speed bumps speed dating, all week
She's got a rush hour glass figure
And the city boys picking up the tab for her
She's a carnival flower
And she's watered by the songs the streets sing her

Neon lights are the stars of the city
She's got teeth, red lips, red lights no pity
So I guess we'll do it her way
So I'll guess we'll do it, her way

Her immigrant parents, night and day
Poured their lives into this London clay
She's Nigerian Spanish, a Turkish delight
Jamaican wedding so an Israelite
She a cockney trouble and strife
She's got muscles and cockles and special fried rice
If she's past the prime and her life
Why do they still check her out from the corner of their eyes?

Neon lights are the stars of the city
She's got teeth red lips, red lights no pity
So I guess we'll do it her way
So I guess we'll do it her way

Neon lights are the stars of the city
Constellations of her rough romantic pity
So I guess we'll do it her way
So I guess we'll do it, her way

With a voice like that
She's calling with a promise and a smile that she might pay back
With a voice like that

She's got a rush hour glass figure
And the city boys picking up the tab for her
She's a carnival flower
And she's watered by the songs the streets sing her

Neon lights are the stars of the city
She's got teeth red lips, red lights no pity
So I guess we'll do it her way
So I guess we'll do it her way

Neon lights are the stars of the city
Constellations of her rough romantic pity
So I guess we'll do it her way
So I guess we'll do it her way