Standing in the bathroom
Fixing up her hair
He thought she looked alright
And she didn't really care
Cos she had a bofriend
Who treated her unkindly
Didn't speak to her nicely
Was always sort of icy
 [bad word] 
Always undermining
And he had made her cry
Once or twice

And she was like... uhh... maybe?
And he was like... uhh... yeah tonight!

Sippin by the bar
On his Stella Artois
Came here after work
So he could show her...
He wasn't just a loser
Working [bad word] 
In an office daily
Making databases
Seeing the same faces
Watching time get wasted
And he could [bad word] a girl
Just as interesting as her

And she was like... uhh... maybe?
And he was like... uhh... yeah tonight!
Uhh... maybe?
And he was like... uhh... yeah tonight!

Red light, shadow fight
In the corner bar
Spilt a drink,
Stumbled an arisen opportunity,
Goosebumps, feeling lovers heart pumps,
Touching sense, alcohol takes off their edges

And she was like... uhh... maybe?
And he was like... uhh... yeah tonight!
Uhh... maybe?
And he was like... uhh... yeah tonight!