Hey, British Boy {to all my British boys listening out there}

Intro

Hey! (La, la, la-ha-ha)

Oh! (La, la, la-ha-ha)

Hey! (La, la, la-ha-ha)

Oh! (La, la, la-ha-ha)

(Speaking part): "Wait, he knows?!" "Oh, uh- here we go"

Verse 1

You said "cheers" when I handed you a drink

And I stared at you for seconds, didn't even care to blink

You talk about the rain like it's your friend

I'm hanging on your accent while you talk to no end

Three thousand miles and you landed here

Making all my careful plans disappear

Pre-Chorus

You're making my brain glitch (uh), there is no light switch (wow), I really want your lips (what?!), but maybe after tips

And I rehearsed this in the mirror twice

But every word comes out in syllables of static

Gonna walk up, even if my lips are dry

Before my nerve goes and gets dramatic

Chorus

Hey, British boy, I think you're mine

I love the way your say your line

Hey, British boy, I've got nowhere to go

My car's tires popped and so-

I think your house may work fine

Maybe after tonight your mine?

Post-Chorus

La, la, la-ha-ha

La, la, la-ha-ha

Oh, oh

Verse 2

Why is love so complicated with you?

Now I don't have a clue on what to do, I'm so through

Your blue eyes are locked on mine, you're lew

I'm clasping my hands tightly while I stare at your face

My stomach flipping, I think I'm in space

Why can't you just take me back to your place?

Pre-Chorus

You're making my brain glitch (uh), there is no light switch (wow), I really want your lips (what?!), but maybe after tips

And I rehearsed this in the mirror twice

But every word comes out in syllables of static

Gonna walk up, even if my lips are dry

Before my nerve goes and gets dramatic

Chorus

Hey, British boy, I think you're mine

I love the way your say your line

Hey, British boy, I've got nowhere to go

My car's tires popped and so-

I think your house may work fine

Maybe after tonight your mine?

Post-Chorus

La, la, la-ha-ha

La, la, la-ha-ha

Oh, oh

Instrumental

Solo

Hey, British boy, I think you're mine

I love the way your say your line

Hey, British boy, I've got nowhere to go

My car's tires popped and so-

I think your house may work fine

Maybe after tonight your mine? (Mine, mine, mine, mine)