Oh no! He’s looking at me
Mr. Juice monkey, tatted out
Just another wannabe
Got that look on is his face
Spot it a mile away
He’s got to get in, get on, get off
And get back to the chase
Now he’s asking me for my number
CHORUS
You’re the kind of guy that could make me like girls
You’re the kind of guy I’ll never put in my phone
So quit asking for my number
You’re creepin me out, you’re creepin me out
No I don’t wanna dance
And I can buy my own drink
If you’re a big deal, a big man
Then why you such a little dink?
Quit asking me for my number
CHORUS
You’re the kind of guy that could make me like girls
You’re the kind of guy makes me wish I stayed home
You’re the kind of guy makes me wish I wore more clothes
You’re the kind of guy I’ll never put in my phone
So quit asking for my number
Na na na na….X2
You better go hit the bricks ‘cause I just might
Lose my heels, hold my rings I’m not playing nice
Do you really want to take this outside
Don’t think I won’t kick your ass in a fist fight
You’re the kind of guy that could make me like girls
CHORUS
You’re the kind of guy that could make me like girls
You’re the kind of guy makes me wish I stayed home
You’re the kind of guy makes me wish I wore more clothes
You’re the kind of guy I’ll never put in my phone
So quit asking for my number
Asking me for number
You're creepin' me out

INVIA LE CORREZIONI