It's freezing in Bristol
There's love on the telly
A girl grinning at me
She's doing the shimmy

And she's cool
And she's skinny
And she's a fool for the last living rock king

It's her thrill
It's her wonder
It's her will
It's her way home
She's right where she always wanted to be
She can't change

It's lighting in London
There's shit on the telly
You're pushing my buttons
You know how to touch me

And I knew that you'd choose me
By the times that you tried to refuse me

It's your thrill
It's your wonder
It's your will
It's your way home
You're right where you always wanted to be
You can't change

It's morning in Philly
My heads feeling heavy
The sun makes me dizzy
You monkey, you left me

And I know that you miss me
By the way that you kiss and resist me

It's my thill
It's my wonder
It's my will
It's my way home
I'm right where I always dreamed I would be
I can't change