Athen’s, France (Single Version) Black Country, New Road

[Verse 1]
She flies to Paris, France, I come down in her childhood bed
She tries to fuck me, I pretend that I’m asleep instead
She loves pop culture, she has "thank u, next" stuck in her head
The cursed vultures give me sourdough, my daily bread
And I wanna find out
What it’s like

[Break]
And she is very young
And well-versed
And demanding
She knows this dance
Yeah, she knows this dance

[Bridge]
The richest girl in every room
Mainline to the UE BOOM
She asks me

[Verse 2]
"Why don't you sing with an English accent?"
Well, I guess it's too late to change it now
In the rural American town fairground
I go 'round and I go 'round
Gross misunderstanding of my influences
I check my phone and make the sound
Like "Theme From Failure" performed for just you
Like my bare proportions, un-tensed and un-towelled
She hates every playlist
She swears she made when she was fifteen
She can't believe I'm so afraid of sheets and what's in between
It’s a one-size-fits-all, hardcore, cyber-fetish, early-noughties 'zine
She sells matcha shots to pay for printing costs and a PR team
She's sexually enlightened
And she's forward, and that fazes me
She won't give up, too soft to fuck
But how hard could it really be?