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 Wasn't complimenting 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 with computers In an office daily Making databases Seeing the same faces Watching time get wasted And he could fuck 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!