| Alright, so this is a song about anyone, it could be anyone
|
| You’re just doing your own thing and someone comes out the blue, they’re like:
|
| «Alright, whataya saying?»
|
| «Yeah, can I take your digits?'
|
| And you’re like, «No, not in a million years, you’re nasty, please leave me
|
| alone.»
|
| Cut to the pub on a lad’s night out
|
| Man at the bar, 'cause it was his shout
|
| Clocks this bird and she looked okay
|
| She caught him looking and walked his way
|
| «Alright, darlin', you gonna buy us a drink then?»
|
| «Er, no, but I was thinking of buying one for your friend…»
|
| She’s got no taste, hand on his waist
|
| Tries to pull away, but her lip’s on his face
|
| «If you insist, I’ll have a White Wine Spritzer»
|
| «Sorry, love, but you ain’t a pretty picture»
|
| Can’t knock 'em out, can’t walk away
|
| Try desperately to think of the politest way to say ('Er, sorry, yeah, but nah')
|
| «Just get out my face, just leave me alone
|
| And, no, you can’t have my number (why?), 'cause I lost my phone»
|
| 'Oh, yeah, actually yeah, I’m — I’m pregnant. |
| Um, yeah, I’m having a baby in
|
| like six months and uh, yeah, yeah…'
|
| I recognize this guy’s way of thinking
|
| As he walks over, her face starts sinking
|
| She’s like, «Ah, here we go»
|
| It’s a routine check that she already knows
|
| She’s thinkin', «They're all the same»
|
| «Yeah, you alright, baby? |
| You look alright still, yeah, what’s your name?»
|
| She looks in her bag, takes out a fag
|
| Tries to get away from the guy on a blag
|
| Can’t find a light — «Here, use mine»
|
| «You see, the thing is I just don’t have the time»
|
| Can’t knock 'em out (can't knock 'em out)
|
| You can’t walk away (you can’t walk away)
|
| Try desperately to think of the politest way to say ('Er, I’m really sorry,
|
| but not this time, mate')
|
| «Just get out my face, just leave me alone
|
| And, no, you can’t have my number, 'cause I lost my phone»
|
| Go away now, let me go
|
| Are you stupid, or just a little slow?
|
| Go away now, I’ve made myself clear (I don’t think so)
|
| «Nah, it’s not gonna happen, not in a a million years!»
|
| Can’t knock 'em out (can't knock 'em out)
|
| You can’t walk away (you can’t walk away)
|
| Try desperately to think of the politest way to say ('Er…')
|
| «Just get out my face, just leave me alone
|
| And, no, you can’t have my number, 'cause I lost my phone»
|
| Can’t knock 'em out
|
| You can’t walk away
|
| Try desperately to think of the ('Uh, actually, I’m getting married next week')
|
| politest way to say
|
| «Just get out my face, just leave me alone ('No, no, seriously')
|
| And, no, you can’t have my number, 'cause I lost my phone»
|
| «Er, no my — I’ve gotta go, my house is on fire!
|
| I’ve got— I’ve got herpes!
|
| Err, no, syphilis!
|
| AIDS, AIDS, I got AIDS!
|
| Huh? |
| I forgot my Vagisil, yeah, I forgot my, oh shit… |