Lady Sovereign - Lady Sovereign - My England

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Lady Sovereign - Lady Sovereign - My England

It aint about the tea and biscuits, Im one of those English misfits, 
I dont drink tea I drink spirits, and I talk alot of slang in my lyrics, 
These goes a horse, horses for courses, nah more like corpses on corners, 
And Staffordshire Bull Terriers and late night crawlers, 
Polics carry guns not truncheons, make your on assumptions, 
London aint all crumpets and trumpets, its one big slum pit. 

[Chorus] 
We aint all posh like the queen, we aint all squeaky clean, 
Now do the Tony Blair, throw your hands in the air now everytwhere, 
We aint all posh like the queen, we aint all squeaky clean, 
Now do the Tony Blair, throw your hands in the air now everytwhere, 
This is the picture I painted my low down, This my London that I call my home twon, 
Its where Im living and this is my low down, 
This is my England Im letting you know now, 

No I dont watch the Antiques Roadshow, Id rather listen Run the Road, 
And smoke someones fresh homegrown, 
And not get bloated on a plate of scones, 
Cricket, bowls, croquet, nah PS2 all the way, in an English council apartment, 
We dont all wear bowler hats and hire servants, 
More like 24 hour surveillance and dog shit on pavements, 

[Chorus] 
We aint all posh like the queen, we aint all squeaky clean, 
Now do the Tony Blair, throw your hands in the air now everytwhere, 
We aint all posh like the queen, we aint all squeaky clean, 
Now do the Tony Blair, throw your hands in the air now everytwhere, 
This is the picture I painted my low down, 
This my London that I call my home town, 
Its where Im living and this is my low down, 
This is my England Im letting you know now, 

Big up Oliver Twist, lettingus know the nitty gritty of what London really is, 
It aint all pretty, deal with the realness, its all gritty, deal with the realness, 
Ohh the changing of the Queens guard, thats nothing for me to come out of the house form 
Tra la la, Id rather sit on my arse, 
And have a glass of Chardonnay, nah 
We aint all Briget Jones clones, who say pardon me, 
More like gwanin mate, You get me... 
Now i can select a few, paper people like to reject all my views, 
Well Im letting you know the news and 
well, this is the straight up truth, 

[Chorus] 
We aint all posh like the queen, we aint all squeaky clean, 
Now do the Tony Blair, throw your hands in the air now everytwhere, 
We aint all posh like the queen, we aint all squeaky clean, 
Now do the Tony Blair, throw your hands in the air now everytwhere, 
This is the picture I painted my low down, This my London that I call my home twon, 
Its where Im living and this is my low down, 
This is my England Im letting you know now,

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