Here we go. I'm hanging out in Camden, drinking 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 dont fight!"
(you get the picture)

Hey you, the muscles and the long hair, telling me that women are superior to men. Most guys just dont appreciate this. You just try convincing me you're better than them. So he talks for hours 'bout his sensitive soul (and his favourite subject is sex). I dont even think he really wanted it but, christ, this guy's too much!

(I wanna tell him)
I'm as human as the next girl - I like a bit of flattery. But I dont need your practised 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 wouldnt 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.

When he's nice to me he's just nice to himself and he's watching his reflection. I'm a five foot mirror for adoring himself. Here's seven years bad luck!
(I wanna tell him)
When you say you love me you're just flattering your vanity. But I dont need your practised 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.

Ooh, you're such a ladykiller,. Always on a winner, thinking that you're in there. Oh boy, you're such a ladykiller. Super sexy mister. Call it what you will. Oh you think you're such a ladykiller. I just bet youre still there, posing in the mirror. Hey girls, he's such a ladykiller. But we know where he's coming from and we know the score.

Etiketter: Lush, Musiken