Love is a Bourgeois Construct (Little Boots Discothèque Edit)

I've been taking my time for a long time Putting my feet up a lot Speaking english as a foreign language Any words that I haven't forgot I've been thinking how I can't be bothered To wash the dishes or remake the bed What's the point when I could doss instead? I've been hanging out with various riff-raff Somewhere on the Goldhawk Road I don't think it's gonna be much longer 'Til I'm mugging up on the penal codes Love is a bourgeois construct So I've given up on the bourgeoisie Like all their aspirations, it's a fantasy Bourgeo-bourgeoisie Bourgeo-bourgeoisie Bourgeo-bourgeoisie But when you walked out you did me a favour You made me see reality That love is a bourgeois construct It's a blatant fallacy You won't see me with a bunch of roses Promising fidelity Love doesn't mean a thing to me Talking tough and feeling bitter But better now it's clear to me That love is a bourgeois construct So I've given up the bourgeoisie Talking tough and feeling bitter But better now it's clear to me That love is a bourgeois construct So I've given up the bourgeoisie Bourgeo-bourgeoisie Bourgeo-bourgeoisie Bourgeo-bourgeoisie Bourgeo-bourgeoisie Bourgeo-bourgeoisie Bourgeo-bourgeoisie Bourgeo-bourgeoisie Bourgeo-bourgeoisie