Oh 
This tune goes out too the chick I just met, at the train station
With her skinny jeans on
Her little indie pumps
You now what I'm talking it about
Y-Y-You know I was speechless when I saw you
But I got a girl
So it's dead end

Listen
I step out my yard with a new flo, 
Skinny jeans on and my hats low, 
Happiness fam that the new cro, 
I clock Bnp ahah, no

They say that I'm short but I know, 
So I look to my leg and repated negro, 
Like a toaster I collect dough
My lyrics are felt so no need to use biro, 

My Flows tight like two thongs, 
I roll with the mandem that are too strong, 
I lay low like futon and everybodys like: yo what's wrong?

I'm about to bust cause I've been waiting at this stop for to long, 
There's a wifey draught I clock one girl but me gotta [bad word] on, 

Don't look now, 
Keep walking, 
Cause I got a girl at home, 
Waiting for me
And if I do look now, 
Will I ever, get over you?

Cause it's a dead end, it's a dead end, it's a dead end
Oh oh

How about we get a little closer?
Cause tonight you look hot like a samosa, 
You be the melody, I'll be the beat
I'll play you cause I'm [bad word] 
This is [bad word] Followed by ammunition, 
New addtition, expedition, definiton
Change position

I know you like electro
I know you like electro

Don't think I didn't clock you, 
Listening to them tunes in your headphones on the train opposite me
Oh my girl

Don't look now, keep walking, 
Cause I got a girl at home, 
Waiting for me
And if I do look now, 
Will I ever get over you?

Two legs entwine, as I refine on Gods design tonight, 
I do a little rhyme, take a little time, so I hold you right, 
You and me together just think, 
I would take you for a nice drink, 
I would tell you the reason why but the verse is done, 
And [bad word]  my pen just ran out of ink, 

Already we at home, ready to bone
And she gone and I'm thinking to myself, 
How the [bad word] she geting home?
I know I didn't flop like millenium dome, 
And I'm taking over control like Ken Livingstone
I roll up your thighs and your ready to moan, 
But listen my mums at home, 

I like you a lot so please just stay, 
I don't know why you wanna go away
Ayyyy! 

Oooh Ooooh
I know I like you but ooooh noooo, 
I got a wifey and oh oh
She can cook much better than you
She looks much bettr than you
She does it better than

Oooooh Oooooh
I know I like you but oooh nooo, 
I got a wifey and, oh oh 
She can cook much better than you
She looks much better than you
That's why I'm thinking maaannnnn! 

Don't look now, 
Keep walking, 
Cause I got a girl at home, 
Waiting for me
And if I do look now, 
Will I ever get over you?

Cause it's a dead end, it's a dead end, it's a dead end
Oh oh