Slow Pace

Sat on a table, minding his business Look who comes along Marie from reception is posing the question Of drinks till someone comes And he tells her The way that you talk makes me feel so uncomfortable I dance alone, in the fear that you'll feed me more Pornstar Martini, with a side of more alcohol If drinking's a sport, Olympics is where you'll go Oh it's all okay I've got no game So let's just focus On sex instead Oh it's all okay I've got no game So let's just focus On this slow pace She sits at the table, talking to him Whilst he just smiles and nods They sleep together even though he's telling her It won't lead to more And he says The way that you talk makes me feel so uncomfortable I dance alone, in the fear that you'll feed me more Pornstar Martini with a side of more alcohol If drinking's a sport, Olympics is where you'll go Oh it's all okay I've got no game So let's just focus On sex instead Oh it's all okay I've got no game So let's just focus On this slow pace Oh it's all okay I've got no game So let's just focus On sex instead Oh it's all okay I've got no game So let's just focus On this slow pace