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'Suse me girl |
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I know it's a bit embarrassing |
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But I've noticed some tan lines |
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On your shirt |
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See, I reckon you're about an eight or a nine |
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Maybe even nine and a half in four beers time |
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That blue top, shop top you've got on is nice |
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Bit too much fake tan though, but yeah, you score high |
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But there's just one little thing that's really, really |
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Really, really annoying me about you, you see |
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Yeah, yeah, like I said, you are really fit |
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But my gosh, don't you just know it |
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I'm not trying to pull you |
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Even though I would like to |
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I think you are really fit |
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You're fit, but my gosh, don't you know it |
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So, when I looked at you, standing there with your hoard |
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I was waiting in the queue, looking at the board |
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Wondering whether to have a burger or chips |
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Or what the shrapnel in my back pocket could afford |
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When I noticed out the corner of my eye |
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Looking toward my direction, your eyes locked on my course |
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I couldn't concentrate on what I wanted to order |
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Which lost me my place in the queue I waited for, yeah |
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I'm not trying to pull you |
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Even though I would like to |
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I think you are really fit |
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You're fit, but my gosh, don't you know it |
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Whoa, are you smoking crack or something? |
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(Leave it out, leave it out) |
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(Mike just leave it, just leave it) |
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We cannot have that behavior in this establishment |
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(Leave it out, leave it out) |
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(It's not worth it Mike, just leave it, it's not worth it) |
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Don't touch me, don't touch me, I'm alright, don't touch me |
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(Leave it out, leave it out) |
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For a while I was thinking, yeah, but what if? |
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Picturing myself with bare white hot wit |
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Snaring at you as you were standing there opposite |
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Whether or not you knew it, I swear you didn't tick |
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And when that bloke in the white behind us lot queuin' |
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Was clocking onto you too, yeah, I had to admit that |
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Yeah you are fit, and yeah, I do want it |
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But I stopped sharkin' a minute to get chips and drinks |
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I'm not trying to pull you |
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Even though I would like to |
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I think you are really fit |
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You're fit, but my gosh, don't you know it |
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Now, I bashed my head hard earlier due to the brew |
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But I am digressing slightly, so I'll continue |
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I didn't wanna bowl over all geezer and rude |
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Not rude like good, but just rude like uncouth |
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You girls think you can just flirt and it comes to you |
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But let me tell you, see, yes, yes, you are really rude |
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And rude as in good, I knew this as you stood and queued |
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But I just did not want to give the satisfaction to you |
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I'm not trying to pull you |
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Even though I would like to |
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I think you are really fit |
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You're fit, but my gosh, don't you know it |
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Oy, just as you started to make your big advance |
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With the milkshake and that little doughnut in hand |
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I was like, nah, I can't, even though you look grand |
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But you look sharp there smiling hard, suggestin' |
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And gleaming away with your hearty, hearty looking tan |
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But I admit the next bit was spanners to my plan |
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You walk towards my path and you just brushed right past |
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And into the arms of that fuckin' white shirted man |
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I'm not trying to pull you |
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Even though I would like to |
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I think you are really fit |
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You're fit, but my gosh, don't you know it |
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Oh, what do I give a fuck, I've got a girlfriend anyway |
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(Whoa, we've all had a drink, mate) |
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We're all a bit drunk, we've had a few, fair play |
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I got this stella I bombed from that last cafe |
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This night's not even begun, yes, yes, oh yay |
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I did fancy you a bit though, yeah, I must say |
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I would rather, I hadn't mugged myself on display |
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But this is just another case of female stopping play |
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On an otherwise, total result of a holiday |
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I'm not trying to pull you |
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Even though I would like to |
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I think you are really fit |
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You're fit, but my gosh, don't you know it |
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Ha ha, huh, huh, huh |
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You're fit, but you're fit, but you know it |
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(You know it) |
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You're fit, but you know it |
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I think, I'm going to fall over |
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I think, I'm going to fall o, fuck it all |
