Well i'll just been going...
Urrm...
It's nice to see you
The thing is...
With you i'm in real, danger
It seems like a, perfect situation, apart from that fowl temper of yours
But, my relatively inexperienced heart would I fear not, recover
If I was, once again cast aside, as I would absolutely expect to be
There's just too many pictures of you
Too many...
You know, you'd go and I'd be, well, buggered
It really is real now, isn't it?
I live in Noting Hill, you live in Beverly Hills
Everyone in the world knows who you are
My mother has trouble remembering my name
Fine...
Fine, good decision...
Good decision...
The fame thing isn't really real, you know?
And don't forget
I'm also just a girl
Standing in front of a boy
Asking him to love her
