No, I don't like a gold rush… I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent. Wondered how many girls he had loved and left haunted. Everybody wants you. You should think about the consequence of your magnetic field being a little too strong. If you've got a girlfriend, I'm jealous of her but if you’re single that’s honestly worse. I don't wanna miss you like the other girls do. Do the girls back home touch you like I do? Stay here, honey, I don't wanna share. I'm so chill, but you make me jealous. And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you. Quiet my fears with the touch of your hand. Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you. And you're the kinda guy the ladies want and there's a lot of cool chicks out there. I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch. Fear is the nightmare I had, you were with someone else, you forgot about me. I pictured you with other girls in love then threw up on the street. You said I have to trust more freely but diesel is desire, you were playing with fire. I left all I knew, you left me at the house by the Heath. Every breath feels like rarest air when you're not sure if he wants to be there. And maybe it was egos swinging, maybe it was her. That moment again, he's insisting that friends look at each other like that. I didn't opt in to be your odd man out. I founded the club she's heard great things about. And my friends said it isn't right to be scared every day of a love affair. Somewhere in the haze, got a sense I'd been betrayed. My husband is cheating, fell victim to interlopers' glances. He was with her in dreams. So long, London, you'll find someone… but I don’t like a gold rush
