BRITISH

British, the way you drink is so British
The way you walk so you kiss me
Your lips have the taste of a picnic (is a sweet)
You stole Jimmy in the lunchtime

Lunchtime, the most I hate is lunchtime
The stupid sandwich you buy
Your Diet Coke, but then you smile
And now everything look so fine

But anytime you said you felt alright
You were lying
But anytime you said you felt alright
You were lying
Any stupid book you read in the bus
I don't mind

British, the way we do is so British
And if is not, I don't mind
The kitchen floor smells of the gravy
I think is quite British
British, I know my accent is not British
But it's alright 'cause you don't mind
And now everything look so fine

But anytime you said you felt alright
You were lying
But anytime you said you felt alright
You were lying
Any stupid book you read in the bus
I don't mind

British, you're my sweet little British girl
British, you're my sweet little British girl
You're my sweet little British girl
You're my sweet little British girl
You're my sweet little British girl