I am tired of the drinks
of having a great time
with your boys at the pub
laughing and poking about european football
hanging out with the boys,
talking boy stuff
sitting on the high stools downing beers
in brown and green bottles
Looking at the legs in the bar
and making inroads into the take away girl for your boys
You see if you look at me very carefully
I have got curves in many diffferent places in my body
So listen;
I want you to court me;
in the old fashioned style i heard from mum
I am tired of taking shots of tequila
and revert to a raunchy night
in the blue moon on your balcony
(If even we make it to the balcony)
And wake up the next morning saying
Shit, what time is this?
I want a good morning Kiss, and to bring you breakfast in bed
Probably a little dessert that you get to choose
See, I have been reading the karmasutra lately
I want to be the girl your mum wants you to have
to have to gorgeous babies with you
a little boy and a little girl
and go shopping for little pink and blue booties
I want to cook for you
those exotic meals i read on the true Love magazine
i want to be everything you want in a woman
And after those boyish nights I know what you are looking for...
But first, I want you to court me