And we're bored
And we're bored to the bone
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Some things are best left alone

Oh
Why can't I love you in London?
Why can't I love you in London?

And they're talking
But just outside my window
It's just a whisper
But it's you, I know
I know. Oh no. Oh no.

Why can't I love you in London?
Why can't I love you in London?

And when the [bad word] We won't mention a thing
It was only a cheap second-hand ring

Why can't I love you in London? Oh oh oh

And we're bored
And we're bored to the bone
And you wear it
Like a cheap leather coat
Oh! We're so pretty, we're so broke!

Why can't I love you in London?
Why can't I love you in London?
Why can't I love you in London?
Oh oohhh oh Oh oohhh oh