Pull out the sofa bed, toe touching head-to-head

You and me, thick as thieves

Belly of the beast that they call seventeen

Governments, faces change

Big Brother starts again

Friends grow up and change their names

And the city seems to swallow me whole these days

We float down the Kingsland Road

Pretend not to miss the air back home

You and me, twenty-three

Sharing the last line on your mezzanine

Pull out a trophy from your jacket pocket

Five-finger discount at the supermarket

Time ticks away but some traditions don't move

I feel more alive when I kill weekends with you

And if sentimental was a prize to win

You're a supermodel, you're a perfect ten

You'd be hard to follow, so I'll just stay in

Guess I'll see you tomorrow, you're my superfriend