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I Don't Want To
Lyricist:Willie Dixon, Joseph Gardner, Elliot Gleave
I don't want
I spotted Miss World too good to be true But the club was pretty dark and I'd had quite a few I stagger to her table sipping my brew But just as I get there she goes to the loo
Impatient bastard, now what do I do? Then I cop her friend and she's alright too Her arse in good shape, above average boat I ask her name, she sticks her tongue down my throat
I'm not one to gloat or boast but take note Twenty minutes gone and she's getting her coat So I down my beer, my boys start to cheer Grin across my face runs from here to here
She gives me the look and I mean the look Was it love at first sight, man, or something she took? A swagger in my step like a crook, then I think The girl looks shook, she's had too much to drink
I look at her eyeballs to see if they're pink But I don't get a chance 'cause she gives me a wink So I travel to hers in an illegal cab Plus I know she's a student, her house is drab
In my head I'm laughing, I've put the graft in Stereos playing some timeless Marvin The lights dim down and the clothes come off But I pass out, 'cause the pillow's too soft
I don't want (No, no, no, no) To be true (No, no, no, no) I don't want To make love to you
I don't want (No, no, no, no) To be true (No, no, no, no) I don't want To make love to you
I'm up the next mornin', but where the hell's this? I'm trapped in girly purple abyss It's proving costly she took me hostage First things first, man, where's the Frosties?
I slowly tiptoe towards the door But she grabs my left arm like I've broken the law Now who am I kidding, I ain't her guest But she playing like she got me under house arrest
She starts with a speech about how she's feeling But I'm more intrigued by her lilac ceiling Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Any time now there's a question pending She wants to confirm a romantic ending
Why do they charm you with Hocus Pocus? I gotta get home for the Football Focus To dodge small talk, I admit defeat Er, how are you for dinner, love, Tuesday week?
I don't want (No, no, no, no) To be true (No, no, no, no) I don't want To make love to you
I don't want (No, no, no, no) To be true (No, no, no, no) I don't want To make love to you
We get to express but before we can order She starts with a tirade that I never call her I say I'm tryna keep my phone bills smaller Try and change the subject, have you got taller?
Don't gimme that, that's a loada tosh She says words like that, she's a little bit posh All I want, El, is a call at lunches As she keeps ranting, the waiter approaches
Be honest, you want this to work or not? Er, dough balls please and an American Hot I'm talking, geezer, I want to know please She'll have a Caesar with no anchovies
And two Peronis, he makes a note I look back at her and she's getting her coat She heads for the door like a spoilt adult More food for me, ay what a result
I don't want
I don't want (No, no, no, no) To be true (No, no, no, no) I don't want To make love to you
I don't want (No, no, no, no) To be true (No, no, no, no) I don't want To make love to you
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