Capo 1

Am
Let me finish before I begin,
  Dm                       E
Speakers cornered by this London Djinn
Am
Gift of the gab, with no sleep,
  Dm                     E
Speed bumps speed dating, all week,
Am
She?s got a rush hour glass figure,
         Dm                       E
And the city boys picking up the tab for her,
Am
She?s a carnival flower,
           Dm                         E
And she?s watered by the songs the streets sing her

Am
Neon lights are the stars of the city
           Dm                   E
She?s got teeth, red lips, red lights no pity,
Am
So I guess we?ll do it her way
Dm                        E
So I?ll guess we?ll do it, her way

Am
Her immigrant parents, night and day,
 Dm                           E
Poured their lives into this London clay,
Am
She?s Nigerian Spanish, a Turkish delight,
    Dm                       E
Jamaican wedding so an Israelite,
Am
She a cockney trouble and strife,
           Dm                       E
She?s got muscles and cockles and special fried rice,
Am
If she?s past the prime and her life,
             Dm                           E
Why do they still check her out from the corner of their eyes?
 
Am
Neon lights are the stars of the city,
           Dm                  E
She?s got teeth red lips, red lights no pity,
Am
So I guess we?ll do it her way,
Dm                    E
So I guess we?ll do it her way,

Am
Neon lights are the stars of the city,
       Dm                       E
Constellations of her rough romantic pity,
Am
So I guess we?ll do it her way,
Dm                     E
So I guess we?ll do it, her way

E                        D
     With a voice like that,
       D                                            E
She?s calling with a promise and a smile that she might pay back,
                    D
With a voice like that.

Am
She?s got a rush hour glass figure, 
         Dm                       E
And the city boys picking up the tab for her, 
Am
She?s a carnival flower,
           Dm                         E
And she?s watered by the songs the streets sing her

Am
Neon lights are the stars of the city,
           Dm                  E
She?s got teeth red lips, red lights no pity,
Am
So I guess we?ll do it her way,
Dm                    E
So I guess we?ll do it her way,

Am
Neon lights are the stars of the city,
       Dm                       E
Constellations of her rough romantic pity,
Am
So I guess we?ll do it her way,
Dm                     E
So I guess we?ll do it, her way