I am the flightless kind
And she my hummingbird
She captured joy in photographs
And there's none of us together
We spent all our time drinking
Making casual conversation
She said, "Ever kissed a London Girl?"
While I spoke about the weather
Called her by her full name once
She called me a bitch
Then asked me back to her flat
And I said, "As you wish"
Pack me up in boxes
Fly me out to England
I am the awkward type
And she constantly teased me
With these pictures of her naked
I swear she looks like Emily Blunt
I'm not masochistic but
She tied me up completely
And I found it endearing when
She said I'd been a cunt
Pack me up in boxes
Fly me out to England, oh
Keep me in your pocket
Drain me like a drink then go
