Yours

Got 20 pound note, rolled up, rolled up A little squashed in my pocket Don't you give me those eyes We can stop by the shop, get some rum if you want it, want it

I'm tired tryna fight it and fight you Fight this and fight it all Let's get out of the rain Get a cab to my house, we can snuggle up

Ooh-hoo-hoo, ooh-hoo-hoo It's yours Ooh-hoo-hoo, ooh-hoo-hoo All yours Ooh-hoo-hoo, ooh-hoo-hoo It's yours Ooh-hoo-hoo, ooh-hoo-hoo All yours

Got your hands in my head And the door starts to ring, I'm guessing that's the pizza Well, let it quiver in the cold 'Cause all that I want is a piece now of your love, hold us

I'm tired tryna fight it and fight you And fight this and fight it all Let's get out the rain Get a cab to my house, we can snuggle up

Come on, let it drop

Ooh-hoo-hoo, ooh-hoo-hoo It's yours Ooh-hoo-hoo, ooh-hoo-hoo All yours Ooh-hoo-hoo, ooh-hoo-hoo It's yours Ooh-hoo-hoo, ooh-hoo-hoo All yours

It's yours, na Na-na-na, na-na-na, all yours No, ooh-ooh, ha, hey-hey, it's yours Oh no, ooh, ooh-ooh, ah-ah, all yours