I Hope you don't think,
When you buy me a drink,
That you're paving the way to my heart.
I hope you won't feel,
When you've paid for this meal,
That the two of us ain't gonna part.
Cos, Honey, this girl ain't for sale,
However smooth talking the male.
However seductive the light,
You ain't gonna score. Not tonight!
I hope you won't try
To look me in the eye,
Then go sweet-talking me to your bed.
I hope you don't plan
To prove you are a man
With this girl. Get that out of your head!
Cos Honey, this girl ain't so green
And if you knew the places I've been,
Then you'd treat me with utmost respect.
So I'm gonna tell you direct…
That if you were the right guy for me,
I would give you the whole of me, free.
I'd be laying it all on the line,
If I wanted your heart to be mine.
But that's not how I feel about you,
And whatever you think you can do,
I'm the one you will never seduce.
So cease fire! Can we go for a truce?
I hope you don't think
When you buy me a drink,
That you're paving the way to my bed.
I hope you don't plan
To prove you are a man
With this girl. Get that out of your head.
I hope you don't think,
When you buy me this drink,
You're improving your sexual health.
Cos I never get drunk,
So you weasel-eyed skunk,
Pass the bill and I'll pay it myself...
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