Letterman jacket, cowboy hat

Western suits in your London flat

Lemon popsicle, DVD

Two years in the L.S.E

Television, Richard Hell

Handmade jewelry you undersell

Karaoke for twenty-three

My friends think you're to young for me

The easy life is a boxing ring

But people wound up hitting up the real thing

So go another round get another beer

While you're the brightest star in here

I'm your lady, I'm your lady, I'm your lady

So shine a little light on me

Famous father broke his nose

At the house in France where no one goes

Works from home in his dressing gown

On relationships that he can't hold down

Daddy's musics back in vogue

And that old dog's gone on the road

So you resent his absence even more

When he buys you the one on the lower ground floor

The easy life is a boxing ring

But people want to hit and take another swing

Go another round get another beer

You're still the brightest star out here

I'm your lady, I'm your lady, I'm your lady

So shine a little light on me

Don't wanna be a man, cause your daddy wouldn't understand

I'm your lady

Thought that we were to big to fail

But what I saw was not a scale

So I built you up like the empire state

Something to do while you make me wait

And I lost my voice but I got so many

And I won't stop calling 'til I don't have any

But if you hang up when I'm out of breath

You're sentencing them all to death

I'm your lady, I'm your lady, I'm your lady

So shine a little light on me

I'm your lady, I'm your lady, I'm your lady

So shine a little light on me

Don't wanna be a man, 'cause your daddy wouldn't understand

I'm your lady