London's Freak


Oh the streets,
Shadows dripping beyond hollow buildings
I wanted to say some things
I think you should know
Winter scares me and rain is my enemy

High heels knocking the pavement
A funky lady with strange dead earrings
Irritates my tongue, uses my dialect
I promised I won't wonder dark alleys

They say I'm London's freak      
They claim I'm totally sick  
I don't argue, I am what I am
I only value the black lady and her special taste

Sometimes it seems everyone's against you
But somehow I rebuild myself again
Drinking some lowlife shakes
Pubs never were my ideal place for self pity  

I look at myself and it's disgusting
But she thinks I'm the embodiment at its prime
Really darling I'm not your wishful prince, hey
Hear the xylophone as long as I play    
 

They say I'm London's freak
Just because I ordered a purple drink    
They really think I'm tragic
I keep on saying it's pure magic

It's all about London's freak,
A lonely guy with a troubling chic
How sad
.Now the black lady is gone