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Here we go, I'm hanging out in Camden Drink with my girlfriends on a Saturday night
This guy says, "come and meet my girlfriend" She's sitting in the corner looking rather uptight
So I say "hello" and I try to be nice But I see he's feeling itchy Trying to play us off each other, "Girls, girls, please don't fight" (you get the picture)
Hey you, the muscles and the long hair Telling me that women are superior to men Most guys just don't appreciate this You just convincing me you're better than them
So he talks for hours about his sensitive soul And his favorite subject is sex I don't think he even wanted it But, Christ this guy's too much (I want to tell him)
I'm as human as the next girl, I like a bit of flattery But I don't need your practiced lines, your school of charm mentality so Save your breath for someone else and credit me with something more When it comes to men like you, I know the score, I've heard it all before
(Here comes the next one) Blondie was with me for a summer He flirted like a maniac but I wouldn't bite I'm weak and he was so persistent He only had to have me 'cause I put up a fight
Oh God, the boy had such an ego He liked to talk about himself all day and all night You think you're such a ladykiller But you were nothing special 'til you turned out the light.
Jumpsuit: Clef de Peau. Ben Jumpsuit @ aQua Event