Little darlin’ come sit next to me
There’s someone dear Id like you to meet,

Little honey’ let me show you her streets,
A restless jungle paved with concrete

Little baby lets take that winding stroll,
Passed south of the river through her colourful soul

Little poppet lets ride top deck back,
Of her red and steady beast
Looking through her big bold eye,
Your imagination is in for a feast

Little lover she’s calling,
Through wise words of The Clash

London be her name my love,
And beauty be her wrath


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