I Can’t Wait to Be British Songtext
von Carol Ades

Told myself I′d get tattoos if I just had a flatter stomach
Said that I'd experiment, but only when I went to college
Yesterday I ate too much, today I think I′ll skip my dinner
Yeah, I know I'm talented, but not as good as Phoebe Bridgers

Nothing ever really makes sense
I don't want it all to make sense
Nothing ever really makes sense
I don′t like it when it makes sense

Dumb girl, do you know what you′re saying?
Don't talk so that I can explain to you
I know that you think that you′d be hotter with an English accent
Sad girl, don't you know you′re not happy?
Break down, baby, that's just a part of you
You′re so smart, but you sound crazy
Looking for the answer, saying, "I can't wait to be British"


I swear I have my mother's eyes
And share her sense of self-delusion
She never saw how beautiful she is and it was so confusing
Nothing like invisible and made-up rules you learn to follow
Once I get to London, I′ll pretend that I do not have problems

′Cause nothing ever really makes sense
And I don't want it all to make sense
Nothing ever really makes sense
I don′t like it when it makes sense

Dumb girl, do you know what you're saying?
Don′t talk so that I can explain to you
I know that you think that you'd be hotter with an English accent
Sad girl, don′t you know you're not happy?
Break down, baby, that's just a part of you
You′re so smart, but you sound crazy
Looking for the answer, saying, "I can′t wait to be British"
When you say that "I can't wait to be British"


I′ll be happy, and pretty, and charming, and skinny
Totally rich with my very own money
I'll be so successful, and humble, and lucky
My boyfriend will love me and think that I′m funny
Sound like I'm wiser and look like I′m younger
Probably be better friends with my mother
I won't be afraid of myself or the end
Even though what I say doesn't make any sense
Nothing we say makes sense
Nothing we say
Nothing we say makes sense
Nothing we say makes sense