Nan, You’re A Window Shopper (Demo) Lily Allen

[Intro]
The bottom feels so much better than the top!
So much better

[Chorus]
Nan, you're a window shopper
Taking a look, but you never buy
Nan, you're a window shopper
You won't pick it up if it's over a fiver
Nan, you're a window shopper
Get on the bus 'cause you still can't drive
Nan, you're a window shopper
Mad as fuck, only just alive

[Verse 1]
Get up in the morning and you like your tea milky
You fumble for your glasses 'cause without them, you can't see
It's funny how I come round your house and I'm 20
And I still have to wear all the presents you sent me
I walk into your kitchen, everything's got a label
You done your Christmas shopping and we're only in April
And you won't leave the house unless you're wearing your thermals
You're covered all in cat hair and you're stinking like Strepsils
You're heading down the Bowl's Club
Have another orange squash
Balls are rollin', rollin', rollin'
You can't walk right 'cause things aren't what they were
Your ankles are swollen, swollen, swollen