Moving On (feat. Natty Campbell) - Dub Pistols

Suburban kid, you got no name Too dumb, baby and you got no brain I bet you're all so happy in suburbian dreams But I'm only laughin' 'cause you ain't in my scheme Hey babe, I love you, I love you, I love you I only ever listen when you're on the phone From your safety, restricted zone home But when I got nothin' better to do Then there? s always you 'cause you're good for my shoe Hey babe, I love you, I love you, I love you You try and join the scene but you're too obscene You're lookin' like a big, fat, pink, baked bean Lookin' like a dirty lavatory There ain't no bid for your chastity Hey babe, I love you, I love you, I love you I'm in love, yeah, yeah I'm in love, oh don't you feel that? You know I don't like where you come from It's just a satellite of London But when you look me in the eye Just remember that I wanna die Hey babe, I love you, I love you, I love you You look at me but I just can't tell You're lookin' like you just came outta hell How did you figure that you'd be any use When all you're gonna get is my abuse Hey babe, I love you, I love you, I love you I'm in love, I'm really in love, oh don't you feel it? I'm in love