Sounds like a scene out of snatch

And she swanned in looking like the deadliest catch

A rocket

Ready for blast off

BYOB

Bring your own bottles

BYOM

Bring your own models

Come through

Come through

VIP

That's my status

MVP

Top dog that's me baby

Come through

Come through

Oh sorry mate she's yours is she

Well lucky you

Cos my girl's mad at me

And I don't know what I done

My girl's mad at me

And she's the stars she's the moon she's the sun

Lord I know that she deserves a better metaphor

But I'm running low on words they've all been said before

Now my girl's mad at me

And I'm under the gun

I'm sure given the right time and effort

Circumstance

Situation

I could jig this about to work in my favour

So when he goes for a fag

I pull a chair over and I says to her I says look

If you and me

Got better acquainted

I'm sure that we

Could end up naked

Don't you?

Don't you?

She looked at me

Like I was a piece of

Sherlocks Holmes

Stuck underneath

Her Shoe

Her Shoe

And with that she sighed

Flicked her hair and vanished into fairy dust

Poof

My girl's mad at me

And I don't know what I done

My girl's mad at me

And she's the stars she's the moon she's the sun

Lord I know that she deserves a better metaphor

But I'm running low on words they've all been said before (now)

My girl's mad at me

And I'm under the gun

GYOB

Get your own baby

GGYOB

Go get your own baby

GOGGYOB

Go on go get your own baby

GOGGYOBP

Go on go get your own baby please

GYOB

Get your own baby

GGYOB

Go get your own baby

GOGGYOB

Go on go get your own baby

GOGGYOBP

Go on go get your own baby please

My girl's mad at me

And I don't know what I done

My girl's mad at me

And she's the stars she's the moon she's the sun

Lord I know that she deserves a better metaphor

But I'm running low on words they've all been said before (well)

My girl's mad at me

And I'm under the gun