British Girl

Just ask me the question
Why don't you wanna be alone?
I want the attention
That you can't give me
I think you'll think I'm crazy
I know I shouldn't feel this way
Cause we've never been that close
Got an accent and a lisp
So I communicate with smoke from across the Atlantic
I swear it felt somewhat romantic
When I couldn't understand a word you said
I'm pretty sure it was something along the lines of
I don't really know who you are, but I need someone to talk to
I was oblivious, I smiled real big and said I liked you

You put cheese on toast
I put it on tortillas
You wanna visit the west coast
Is that such a good idea?
I'm your confidant, what if that's not what I want?
Is this getting to my head?
British girl, you stole my heart
And I didn't even owe you nothing
No, nothing
So write a check or fly me over on a private jet
You gotta give me something
Well, ain't it something

Just ask me the question
Why don't you wanna be alone?
British girl, you stole my heart
And I didn't even owe you nothing
No, nothing
So write a check or fly me over on a private jet
You gotta give me something
Well, ain't it something