Spanish Horses - Summerhouse Lyrics

Well I live in London's summer house
You can leave the keys under the pot
There's a bed and a shop
Ll' stay open for a while
Should I move should I stay
Should I break the pot
Mi casa su casa
Are y'a ready or not
Did you like it round here
Or were you sensibly thoughtfully disappointed?
Well I thought there would be more of us who'd come and get together
This room is getting lonesome, could you come and get some sweaters?
We like it round here, let's leg it out leg it out now
And I'll ask please
Seven years of greed
Came flushing down
Let's leg it out then
And then just tell me when
It's mine
I live in London's Benidorm
You can press and hold the intercom
There's a bed and shop you'll stay tucked in for awhile
It's a funny little feeling living and a breathing in someone else's holidays
I wish I was another like I is another to they
And I'll ask please
Seven years of greed
Keep coming down
Let's raise a glass then
And won't you tell me when
It's mine
There's something about you
There's something about you that's really faint
You don't realise it
There's something inside you
That's really vain
But it's a sign
It's a funny little feeling
Living and a breathing in someone else's holidays
I wish I was another like I is another to they
And I'll live in London somehow
You can leave the keys under the pot
I don't wanna hold you, mould you, keep you down
And I'll say Grace
When your on your way
And I'll sedate
When your bags are made
And I'll say Grace
Somethings gone away
And I'll be great
When at last there's freedom