Bit of a Bore

Verse 1

Now you’re acting like a genuine gentleman,

Making sure I’ve got a drink in my hand.

Is this the part where you pretend to be sweet,

Thinking you're buying some shitfaced horny treat?

Telling me I'm pretty with goggly bulging eyes

Do you think I’m that blind? Do you think I’m that thick?

You're ordering double rounds like you’re trying to win a prize

Acting clever and slick, frankly it's making me sick

Pre-Chorus

Is that the best that you can do

Pissing your money on a glass or two

Maybe if you weren't a creep I might have liked you

Ooh ooh ooh

Chorus

You're trying too hard to make me stumble

Waiting for my speech to start to mumble

You want me wasted on the floor

So you can lead me to your door

Your wallet must feel rather sore

But honestly you're a bit of a bore

Post-Chorus

Thinking I'll go home with a prick like you?

Well darling I have got a clue

Do you really think I haven't seen this before

A desperate cliché begging at my door

Verse 2

Three vodkas in, suddenly your hand is on my knee

Is this the part where you save a poor girl like me?

You're sweating profusely through your polo shirt,

You must think you're a real proper flirt

You keep pushing glass after glass

Watching your chances and minutes pass

Well check your bank account, those gin and vodkas aren't cheap

Spent on a girl that starts to thinking you're a massive creep

Pre-Chorus

Is that the best that you can do

Pissing your money on a glass or two

Maybe if you weren't a creep I might have liked you

Ooh ooh ooh

Chorus

You're trying too hard to make me stumble

Waiting for my speech to start to mumble

You want me wasted on the floor

So you can lead me to your door

Your wallet must feel rather sore

But honestly you're a bit of a bore

Post-Chorus

Thinking I'll go home with a prick like you?

Well darling I have got a clue

Do you really think I haven't seen this before

A desperate cliché begging at my door

Bridge

Poundland Casanova,

Buying triples for a girl he doesn't know.

Thinking a splash of vodka,

Makes me lose control and just let go?

It's such a predictable plan,

From a funny sweaty little man.

Pre-Chorus

Is that the best that you can do

Pissing your money on a glass or two

Maybe if you weren't a creep I might have liked you

Ooh ooh ooh

Chorus

You're trying too hard to make me stumble

Waiting for my speech to start to mumble

You want me wasted on the floor

So you can lead me to your door

Your wallet must feel rather sore

But honestly you're a bit of a bore

Post-Chorus

Thinking I'll go home with a prick like you?

Well darling I have got a clue

Do you really think I haven't seen this before

A desperate cliché begging at my door

Outro

You're trying too hard to make me stumble

Waiting for my speech to start to mumble

You want me wasted on the floor

So you can lead me to your door

Bet your wallet is feeling rather sore

You are nothing but a creepy bore