GB Lyrics

September, the end of the summer

France arrived by train

The others by plane

In February, always a dreamer

I didn't want to

Leave this life to do

Just after an hour, Londoner

Once a Londoner

Still a Londoner

My suitcase and bags brought in the street

True sport for the feet

Nice tube, you're a hit

Tottenham Court Road and Oxford Circus

Bond Street Marble Arch

Lancaster Queensway

At Notting Hill Gate, I come back home

Study or do some

Stuff, friends are welcome

I believe I fall in love with you

Sky isn't blue

Don't care, we're two

I believe I fall in love with you

Sky isn't red

You're in my head

Wearing my unpressed shirts hair cut

In tatoo shop but

In the basement Rout

Decked like that, I wish I was english

Every time stylish

Can't be dowdyish

No need conventions to be on it

To call, first names fit

To teachers, that's it

I believe I fall in love with you

Sky isn't blue

Don't care, we're two

I believe I fall in love with you

Sky isn't red

You're in my head

But when the bell rings, the beers obey

You've nothing to say

Fingers count and pay

A pleasure to swap croissants for peas

Bread for sausages

But no mad cow, please

It was so cool, grey was beautiful

Smog made me joyful

And kept me youthful

I believe I fall in love with you

Sky isn't blue

Don't care, we're two

I believe I fall in love with you

Sky isn't red

You're in my head