Princess & The Bandit

She said she’s tired of my antics Came to her uni and I had a madness with one little dickhead on her campus Now I’m looking like a villain ca’ I find it hard to fit in with the high life and the champers And I always fuck it up when I try and buckle up and then attempt to be romantic She’s the princess, I’m the bandit She’s the painting; I’m the canvas but this pictures not so pretty I’m just trying to understand this, could you tell me what the plan is Could you spare me with the pity? We’re not speaking the same language But see all my problems vanish every single time you're with me So why should I be embarrassed when I bring you to my city? Baby welcome to my city