Bougainvilleas fall into the pool
The hard shelled bugs bite my forearm
My right index fingernail chewed to the quick
My cervix is alarmed, scared even
My sprinklers go off at 6 P.M. each day
And sometimes they spray unsuspecting visitors
My pimples are gooses all over my legs
My brow is furrowed and my vision is blurred
And how I do love London
And how I do love London
The birds make guttural sounds and protect me
My friends come to visit and love me a lot
I don't have the energy to fill them in
I am lagged by the jet and the twelve hour flight
And how I do love London
How I do love London
I am intrigued by the boy with the androgynous songs
Sometimes they rhyme sometimes they rhyme not
The steam will smell of eucalyptus in the shower
The hug will feel forced upon you inconsolable thing
And how I do love London
And how I do love London
Deep breaths will not make my brain stand still
To be loved and swallowed or single and depraved
I love speaking French to the taxi drivers
We slept and were cold on the train out of France
And how I do love London
And how I do love London
The hard shelled bugs bite my forearm
My right index fingernail chewed to the quick
My cervix is alarmed, scared even
My sprinklers go off at 6 P.M. each day
And sometimes they spray unsuspecting visitors
My pimples are gooses all over my legs
My brow is furrowed and my vision is blurred
And how I do love London
And how I do love London
The birds make guttural sounds and protect me
My friends come to visit and love me a lot
I don't have the energy to fill them in
I am lagged by the jet and the twelve hour flight
And how I do love London
How I do love London
I am intrigued by the boy with the androgynous songs
Sometimes they rhyme sometimes they rhyme not
The steam will smell of eucalyptus in the shower
The hug will feel forced upon you inconsolable thing
And how I do love London
And how I do love London
Deep breaths will not make my brain stand still
To be loved and swallowed or single and depraved
I love speaking French to the taxi drivers
We slept and were cold on the train out of France
And how I do love London
And how I do love London
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"The hard shell bugs bite my forearm
My right index fingernail chewed to the quick" - could this be referring to the decaying of a monument?
"My friends come to visit and love me a lot
I don't have the energy to fill them in"- a reference to tourists coming to visit the statue they love- although it never speaks back.
"I am intrigued by the boy with songs
sometimes they rhyme sometimes they rhyme not"...referring to buskers who perform around such monuments??
I don't know- maybe i've got it completely wrong, what do people think?
p.s. the lyrics on this site are wrong in parts.
-"My friends come to visit and love me a lot" line
- there's a large percentage of French in Canada's population (Quebec, innit?) so those lines didn't look out of place
- the fact that she's Canadian
But the "train out of France" must mean she's talking about our London.
Bounganvillas fall into the pool
The hard shell bugs bite my forearm
My right index fingernail chewed to the quick
My cervix is a long one
My sprinklers go off at 6pm each day
And sometimes they spray unsuspecting visitors
My pimples are goosehairs all over my legs
My brow is furrowed and my vision is blurred
And how I do love London
And how I do love London
The birds make guttural sounds and protect me
My friends come to visit and love me a lot
I don't have the energy to fill them in
I am lagged by the jet and a 12 hour flight
And how I do love London
And how I do love London
I am intrigued by the boy with the androginous songs
sometimes they rhyme sometimes they rhyme not
The steam will smell of eucalyptus in the shower
The hug will feel forced upon you, inconsolable thing
And how I do love London
And how I do love London
Deep breaths will not make my brain stand still
To be loved and swallowed are single and depraved
I love speaking French to the taxi drivers
We slept and were cold on the train out of France
And how I do love London
And how I do love London
In the lyrics she describes, mostly, tense or sad situations...and then she finishes each verse with "I do love London". It's like she feels like shit for several reasons but pretends, in front of audiences or the media, that everything's fine and makes false compliments and says she loves the city or the country she is in, etc. And it's kind of a cliché to say that one loves London.
And there are a few lines in which she says pleasant or not-so-bad things like "I love speaking French..."...Maybe with these few lines she means that she is seldom having fun and relaxed and is most of the time tense or sad...and keeps pretending that everything is fine anyway.
It could otherwise be about unexpected things as someone else once said. But then I'm not sure what "loving London" would mean...maybe ONE expectedly thing among all the rest.
You know, that feeling where you are so tired and drained that you don't have the energy to do anything, and you begin to notice little, insignificant things? It's like nothing matters and everything feels grey and pointless.