Sounds like a scene out of snatch
And she swanned in looking like the deadliest catch
A rocket
Ready for blast off
BYOB
Bring your own bottles
BYOM
Bring your own models
Come through
Come through
VIP
That's my status
MVP
Top dog that's me baby
Come through
Come through
Oh sorry mate she's yours is she
Well lucky you
Cos my girl's mad at me
And I don't know what I done
My girl's mad at me
And she's the stars she's the moon she's the sun
Lord I know that she deserves a better metaphor
But I'm running low on words they've all been said before
Now my girl's mad at me
And I'm under the gun
I'm sure given the right time and effort
Circumstance
Situation
I could jig this about to work in my favour
So when he goes for a fag
I pull a chair over and I says to her I says look
If you and me
Got better acquainted
I'm sure that we
Could end up naked
Don't you?
Don't you?
She looked at me
Like I was a piece of
Sherlocks Holmes
Stuck underneath
Her Shoe
Her Shoe
And with that she sighed
Flicked her hair and vanished into fairy dust
Poof
My girl's mad at me
And I don't know what I done
My girl's mad at me
And she's the stars she's the moon she's the sun
Lord I know that she deserves a better metaphor
But I'm running low on words they've all been said before (now)
My girl's mad at me
And I'm under the gun
GYOB
Get your own baby
GGYOB
Go get your own baby
GOGGYOB
Go on go get your own baby
GOGGYOBP
Go on go get your own baby please
GYOB
Get your own baby
GGYOB
Go get your own baby
GOGGYOB
Go on go get your own baby
GOGGYOBP
Go on go get your own baby please
My girl's mad at me
And I don't know what I done
My girl's mad at me
And she's the stars she's the moon she's the sun
Lord I know that she deserves a better metaphor
But I'm running low on words they've all been said before (well)
My girl's mad at me
And I'm under the gun