I wonder if she thinks about me
I wonder if she thinks that I'm freaky
She makes me feel I don't belong here
I wonder if she talks about me
I wonder I wonder
I wonder if she says that I'm creepy
Oh sugar, I'm in the dirt
And even when I'm low down
I'll find my feet as I walk out the door
London feels grim so I give her a call
I wonder if she cares about me
I wonder if she cares that I'm freaky
She makes me feel sick to stomach
I wonder why she talks about me
I wonder, I wonder
Why she says that I'm creepy
Oh baby, you know it hurts
But even when I slow down
I'll find my feet as I walk out the door
London feels grim so I give her a call
I'll find my feet as I walk out the door
London feels grim
London feels grim
I'll find my feet as I walk out the door
London feels grim
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