Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lily Allen
Lily Allen
Vocals
Darren Lewis
Darren Lewis
Programming
Iyiola Babalola
Iyiola Babalola
Percussion
Clive Hunte
Clive Hunte
Bass Guitar
John Ellis
John Ellis
Keyboards
Michael Rose
Michael Rose
Saxophone
Trevor Edwards
Trevor Edwards
Trombone
Eddie Thornton
Eddie Thornton
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lily Allen
Lily Allen
Songwriter
Darren Lewis
Darren Lewis
Songwriter
Earl King
Earl King
Songwriter
Iyiola Babalola
Iyiola Babalola
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Darren Lewis
Darren Lewis
Producer
Iyiola Babalola
Iyiola Babalola
Producer
Dan Porter
Dan Porter
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Pelanconi
Mike Pelanconi
Mixing Engineer
Tim Burrell
Tim Burrell
Mastering Engineer
Tim Debney
Tim Debney
Mastering Engineer
Future Cut
Future Cut
Producer

Lyrics

Alright, so this is a song about anyone, it could be anyone You're just doing your own thing and someone comes out the blue, they're like "Alright, whataya saying?" "Yeah, can I take your digits?' And you're like, "No, not in a million years, you're nasty, please leave me alone" Cut to the pub on a lad's night out Man at the bar, 'cause it was his shout Clocks this bird and she looked okay She caught him looking and walked his way "Alright, darlin', you gonna buy us a drink then?" "Er, no, but I was thinking of buying one for your friend..." She's got no taste, hand on his waist Tries to pull away, but her lip's on his face "If you insist, I'll have a White Wine Spritzer" "Sorry, love, but you ain't a pretty picture" Can't knock 'em out, can't walk away Try desperately to think of the politest way to say ('Er, sorry, yeah, but nah') Just get out my face, just leave me alone And, no, you can't have my number (why?), 'cause I lost my phone" 'Oh, yeah, actually yeah, I'm - I'm pregnant Um, yeah, I'm having a baby in like six months and uh, yeah, yeah...' I recognize this guy's way of thinking As he walks over, her face starts sinking She's like, "Ah, here we go" It's a routine check that she already knows She's thinkin', "They're all the same" "Yeah, you alright, baby? You look alright still Yeah, what's your name?" She looks in her bag, takes out a fag Tries to get away from the guy on a blag Can't find a light — "Here, use mine" "You see, the thing is I just don't have the time" Can't knock 'em out (Can't knock 'em out) You can't walk away (You can't walk away) Try desperately to think of the politest way to say ('Er, I'm really sorry, but not this time, mate') Just get out my face, just leave me alone And, no, you can't have my number, 'cause I lost my phone Go away now, let me go Are you stupid, or just a little slow? Go away now, I've made myself clear ('I don't think so') "Nah, it's not gonna happen, not in a million years!" Can't knock 'em out (Can't knock 'em out) You can't walk away (You can't walk away) Try desperately to think of the politest way to say ('Er...') Just get out my face, just leave me alone And, no, you can't have my number, 'cause I lost my phone" Can't knock 'em out You can't walk away Try desperately to think of the ('Uh, actually, I'm getting married next week') politest way to say Just get out my face, just leave me alone ('No, no, seriously') And, no, you can't have my number, 'cause I lost my phone" Er, no my - I've gotta go, my house is on fire! I've got - I've got herpes! Err, no, syphilis!
Writer(s): Iyiola Babatunde Babalola, Darren Emilio Lewis, Earl King, Lily Rose Beatrice Allen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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