"The Sofa" lyrics

"The Sofa"

Hope I can accept the wild thing in me
Hope nobody comes to tame her
And she can be free
Sick of second-guessing my behaviour and what I want to be
Just let me lie here on the sofa
And put the reruns on TV

And I'll be fine, I'll be OK
I feel kind of lucky right now and I'm not ashamed to say
I can be happy, I can be sad
I can be a bitch when I get mad
I want to settle down, oh to fall in love
But sometimes I just want to fuck
I love my life, I love my life
But sometimes I just want to...

Let me lie here on
I could lie here all day long
Let me lie here on the sofa
The sofa, the sofa, on the sofa
(Sometimes I just want to...)

Be no one thing
The intellectual beauty queen
Didn't make it out to California
Where I thought I might clean the slate
Feels a little like I'm stuck in Seven Sisters
North London, oh England
And maybe that's OK

And I'll be fine, I'll be OK
I feel kind of lucky right now and I'm not ashamed to say
I can be happy, I can be sad
I can be a bitch when I get mad
I want to settle down, oh to fall in love
But sometimes I just want to fuck
I love my life, I love my life
But sometimes I just want to...

Let me lie here on
I could lie here all day long
Let me lie here on the sofa
The sofa, the sofa, on the sofa
(Sometimes I just want to...)

Be no one thing
The intellectual beauty queen
And the wild thing

Let me lie here on
I could lie here all day long
Let me lie here on the sofa
The sofa, the sofa, on the sofa

Hope I can accept the wild thing in me
Hope nobody comes to tame her
And she can be free


Thanks to BezT, Shaz for correcting these lyrics.
Writer(s): Greg Kurstin, Jonathan Oddie, Ellen Ciara Rowsell, Joel Donald Scott Amey, Theodore Joseph Ellis
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