Chelsea Girls Lyrics – Jamie T

She's keying Lamborghinis in my mind
She's keying Lamborghinis in my mind
The Chelsea, Chelsea girls
Those Chelsea, Chelsea girls

Their diamonds
Selfies and pearls
Balling, falling, feeling a bit fuzzy
Strictly Come Dancing, Brian Harvey, the Rover returning rusty
Clutching Wandsworth, the dodgy end like Martin McCutcheon
Feeling a bit funny
Jostling and jolting for a position on the bus
Greyhound on an away game
Rainy day in a rush
You're vomiting after three lines
First two of which were off the cuff
The third came to you just out of luck

Nylons, start ups, gilets, be lazy, love me
Pylons, TikTok, shoot up, shut up and fuck me
Cold press, Gold Blend
Cul-de-sacs are for turn arounds 'cause this is a dead end
Press send again
Move to the country now

You're there
For miles
Make a ghetto of a young man's heart
Falling
Come down
Make a ghetto of a young man's heart

Nunchucks, lifers, diamonds and millennials
The suburbs, the Costa del Sol
The Surbiton state of mind that you're in now
The Holy Ghost, the ones you knew and the ones you don't
Tabloids, you look sensational
News of the World, steroids

Pilots, Nikons, Bitcoins and follies
Pythons, Learjets, Leo get some Molly
Nice one, not the last one, out on a jolly
Pythons, Leah Betts, Leo gets, gets you Molly

You're there
For miles
Make a ghetto of a young man's heart
Falling
Come down
Make a ghetto of a young man's heart

Bygone psychos, strip lights
Valium nights in shining Barbours
Feeding ducks in the park
Wishing you were far away, Paul Weller
To my dearest darling, Margaret
Stay strong
Jefferey Archer
To the princess of our hearts
Denise van Outen, Denise van Outen
To Donna Air, breaking young hearts since '93
To Sara Harding
David Courtney
David Courtney
David Courtney
David Courtney
David Courtney
David Courtney
To Taskforce
To The Streets

I want that love
That love like Bjork and Goldie
That love like Bjork and Goldie
I want that love
That love like Bjork and Goldie
That love like Bjork and Goldie
I want that love
That love like Bjork and Goldie
I want that love
That love like Bjork and Goldie
That love like, that love like, that love like Bjork and Goldie

You're there
For miles
Make a ghetto of a young man's heart
Falling
Come down
Make a ghetto of a young man's heart
Falling
Fall out
Make a ghetto of a young man's heart
For years
Done now
Make a ghetto of a young man's heart