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 *******, 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 p*** 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
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 su**ect, 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