"Notting Hill" lyrics
"Notting Hill"
Like a lost soul wanders, so does my mind
I think of London all the time
Just like you, it changes, nothing's the same
But I'll never change my wayward ways
Pleased to miss you
Did you miss me too?
Not my attitude
Notting Hill on Sunday morning
I feel so famous
Got my coffee, got my picture
In the morning papers
I bring you breakfast back to bed
You're my favourite flavour
You light a cigarette instead
My God, you're shameless
Like a sunbeam hits you after the rain
I throw my dancing shoes your way
I'm a believer, you're a keeper
Always wanted you
Notting Hill on Sunday morning
I feel so famous
Got my coffee, got my picture
In the morning papers
I bring you breakfast back to bed
You're my favourite flavour
You light a cigarette instead
My God, you're shameless
I'm a believer
I'm a believer
You're a keeper, always wanted you
Notting Hill on Sunday morning
I feel so famous
Got my coffee, got my picture
In the morning papers
I bring you breakfast back to bed
You're my favourite flavour
You light a cigarette instead
My God, you're shameless
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