'scuse 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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(Chorus)
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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 of chips,
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Or what the shrapnel in my back pocket could afford,
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When I noticed in the corner of my eye,
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Looking towards my direction, your eyes locked onto my course,
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I couldn't concentrate on what I wanted to order,
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Which lost me the place in the queue I waited for, yeah!
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(Chorus)
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Whoa! Leave it out!
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Are you smoking crack or something?
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Leave it out!
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Mike just leave it, just leave it!
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We cannot have that behaviour in this establishment!
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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!
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Leave it out!
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No,look, I'm alright, don't touch me!
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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 queuing,
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Was clocking onto you too yeah I had to admit that,
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Yeah you are fit,
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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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(Chorus)
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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, but 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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Just as you started to make your big advance,
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With the milkshake and your 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' and,
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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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(Chorus)
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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, 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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(Chorus)
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You're fit, but you're fit, but 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- fuckin' hell.
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Fit But You Know It (Album Version)
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The Streets |