Uhm... this is so not the sentiment, but now it's all in my head.

And I'm too bummed to type the real entries in my purse. (I like writing sentences that, willfully misunderstood, conjure amusing mental images.)

I don't want to go to London
I told you I don't care
I don't want to go to London
Live there
I don't want to go to London
All your friends afflicted
I don't want to go to London
She's addicted
I don't want to go to London
I told you I don't care
I don't want to go to London
Cause you're not there
I don't want to go to London
Even when I see you
Somewhere else in London
I don't want to go to London