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Here is london, giddy of london
Is it home of the free -
Or what ?
Can you squeeze me
Into an empty page of your diary
And psychologically save me
I’ve got faith in you
I sense the power
Within the fingers
Within an hour the power
Could totally destroy me
(or, it could save my life)
Oh, here is london
Home of the brash, outrageous and free
You are repressed
But you’re remarkably dressed
Is it real ?
And you’re always busy
Really busy
Busy, busy
Oh, hairdresser on fire
All around sloane square
And you’re just so busy
Busy, busy
Busy scissors
Oh, hairdresser on fire
(only the other day)
Was a client, over-cautious
He made you nervous
And when he said
I’m gonna sue you
Oh, I really felt for you ...mmm...
So can you squeeze me
Into an empty page of your diary;
And supernaturally change me ?
Change me, change
Oh, here in london
Home of the brash, outrageous and free
You are repressed
But you’re remarkably dressed
Is it real ?
And you’re always busy
Really busy
Busy clippers
Oh, hairdresser on fire
All around sloane square
And you’re just too busy
To see me
Busy clippers
Oh, hairdresser on fire
(only the other day)
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Lyrics: Morrissey
