London Boy - Taylor Swift

[Lyrics "London Boy"]

We can go driving in, on my scooter

Uh, you know, just 'round London

Oh, o'd—

I love my hometown

As much as Motown

I love SoCal

And you know I love Springsteen

Faded blue jeans

Tennessee whiskey

But something happened, I heard him laughin'

I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent

They say home is where the heart is

But that's not where mine lives

You know I love a London boy

I enjoy walkin' Camden Market in the afternoon

He likes my American smile, like a child when our eyes meet

Darling, I fancy you

Took me back to Highgate, met all of his best mates

So I guess all the rumors are true

You know I love a London boy, boy

I fancy you (Ooh-ooh-ooh)

And now I love high tea

Stories from Uni

And the West End

You can find me in the pub, we

Are watchin' rugby

With his school friends

Show me a gray sky, a rainy cab ride

Babes, don't threaten me with a good time

They say home is where the heart is

But God, I love the English

You know I love a London boy, I enjoy nights in Brixton

Shoreditch in the afternoon

He likes my American smile, like a child when our eyes meet

Darlin', I fancy you

Took me back to Highgate, met all of his best mates

So I guess all the rumors are true

You know I love a London boy, boy

I fancy you

So please show me Hackney

Doesn't have to be Louis V up on Bond Street

Just wanna be with you

Wanna be with you, ooh-ooh-ohh-ooh

Stick with me, I'm your queen

Like a Tennessee Stella McCartney on the Heath

Just wanna be with you (Wanna be with you)

Wanna be with you, ooh-ooh-ohh-ooh (Ohh-oh-oh)

You know I love a London boy, I enjoy walkin' Soho

Drinking in the afternoon (Yeah)

He likes my American smile, like a child when our eyes meet

Darling, I fancy you (You)

Took me back to Highgate, met all of his best mates

So I guess all the rumors are true (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

You know I love a London boy (Oh-oh)

Boy (Oh-oh), I fancy you (I fancy you, ooh)

So please show me Hackney

Doesn't have to be Louis V up on Bond Street

Just wanna be with you

I, I, I fancy you

Oh whoa, oh, I

Stick with me, I'm your queen

Like a Tennessee Stella McCartney on the Heath

Just wanna be with you (Ooh)

Wanna be with you

I fancy you (Yeah), I fancy you

Oh whoa, ah