Well - it's about bloody time that you lock up your sons

Your daughters aren't the problem

Girls just wanna have fun

I'm absolutely sick of talking about men,

The most boring conversations

Revolve around them

I'm sick to the back teeth, of hearing about them

Another one another one, again and again

But please allow me the space

Indulge me some more, it's really quite cathartic now I've got the floor

You, do, not choose! Time to - do your primal risk assessment

Running down the backstreets, looking for cover

Got that look in his eye says he wants to get to know ya

Running down the backstreets, looking for trouble

Got that look in his eye says he's got something to show ya

Running down the backstreets, looking for cover

Got your keys in your hand and one eye over your shoulder

Running down the backstreets, looking for trouble

Got that look in his eye says he wants to get to know ya

It happens once, you let it slide, he didn't really mean it he's a really nice guy

Happens twice, must be a coincidence, boys will be boys they've got no common sense

Happens again, but she was complicit, she changed her mind but they'd already did it

The next time, they'd had too much to drink ,not his fault he just doesn't think

Then time number five, but nobody saw it, he took what he wanted an a little bit more

By now it's becoming a habit, you turn a blind eye cause he might grow out of it

It happens again, now he's getting a rep, when he's had a few drinks he turns into a letch

The next time, but nobody pulls him, it's awkward for them and not really their problem

Then again, if it we true, somebody would have said something by now wouldn't you,

I know you are, I said you are, but what am I

You're here by yourself and I'm a really nice guy

I wouldn't normally give this a try, but i saw you looking over, and you caught my eye

Come over here, I wanna get to know you,

I'm a really shy guy and I've got something to show ya

You, do, not choose! Time to - do your primal risk assessment

Running down the backstreets, looking for cover

Got that look in his eye says he wants to get to know ya

Running down the backstreets, looking for trouble

Got that look in his eye says he's got something to show ya

Running down the backstreets, looking for cover

Got your keys in your hand and one eye over your shoulder

Running down the backstreets, looking for trouble

Got that look in his eye says he wants to get to know ya