I'm not lending

2 AM,

kitchen light,

kettle's on again Hummed a little

thing into my phone,

don't know where it came from

Now it's got a bassline and

it's got a bit of front

And I never asked permission,

did I?

No

Wait, wait, listen to this bit

That's the bit Started as a

hum, now it's got a heartbeat

Play it in the car,

play it at the wedding You

can have it back,

babe, I'm not lending

It's mine, it's mine,

made it out of nothing

Told my mum,

she went,

"That's you?

That's really you?" I said,

"Yeah, sort of,

it's the me I'm meant to

do" It's got strings on it

now and a choir I can't

afford And it sounds like a

treat No caps,

no cages,

no small print in the dark

Made it on eleven and it's

mine

Mine