Someone's coming to getcha
Knocking at your door
Tight jeans and cigarettes
But I want a bit more
Someone's coming to getcha
And they just won't quit
I don't know what to tell ya
You're gunna make me sick
It can't be love
It can't be love
It can't be love
They're gunna bring you flowers
And they're making you tea
But you've been bored for hours
And you just might leave
I don't know what to tell ya
You're gunna make me scream
I don't know what to tell ya
Well this might be mean
It can't be love
It can't be love
It can't be love
They wanna take you dancing
Sweep you off your feet
But if you had any manners
You'd fucking buy me a drink
I don't want your money
I don't want your lies
I don't know what to tell ya
Babe this just ain't right
It can't be love
It can't be love
It can't be love
It can't be love
