Hate the Player
Señorita, tell me your name
Do you have a Mr is he with you today?
Can you pretend to look engaged
So I can bore you with the same clichés
Where have you been recently baby?
Cos I've not seen you round our way lately
You can forgive me if I'm out of my lane but
I had to ask your name
Now every time I find the guts to just say hi
You don't have time
It's not your place to tell me how I feel
(It's so real)
You bring me to my knees and you make me squeal
Oh you make me Feel
What are you drinking it's my turn to pay
'Oh thank you hun I'll have a Chardonnay'
She turned away and I heard her say
'Don't hate the player, hate the game'
(She said)
'Hey honey why dyou look so bitter
I know you're cute but I'm so much fitter
I'm never gonna be your señorita
You'll never catch my name'
Now every time I find the guts to just say hi
You don't have time
It's not your place to tell me how I feel
(Baby it's so real)
You bring me to my knees and you make me squeal
Oh you make me Feel
What are you drinking it's my turn to pay
'Oh thank you hun I'll have a Chardonnay'
She turned away and I heard her say
'Don't hate the player, hate the game'
Oh Hate The Game
Oh Hate the Game
Don't Hate the Player
Hate the Game
Do you have a Mr is he with you today?
Can you pretend to look engaged
So I can bore you with the same clichés
Where have you been recently baby?
Cos I've not seen you round our way lately
You can forgive me if I'm out of my lane but
I had to ask your name
Now every time I find the guts to just say hi
You don't have time
It's not your place to tell me how I feel
(It's so real)
You bring me to my knees and you make me squeal
Oh you make me Feel
What are you drinking it's my turn to pay
'Oh thank you hun I'll have a Chardonnay'
She turned away and I heard her say
'Don't hate the player, hate the game'
(She said)
'Hey honey why dyou look so bitter
I know you're cute but I'm so much fitter
I'm never gonna be your señorita
You'll never catch my name'
Now every time I find the guts to just say hi
You don't have time
It's not your place to tell me how I feel
(Baby it's so real)
You bring me to my knees and you make me squeal
Oh you make me Feel
What are you drinking it's my turn to pay
'Oh thank you hun I'll have a Chardonnay'
She turned away and I heard her say
'Don't hate the player, hate the game'
Oh Hate The Game
Oh Hate the Game
Don't Hate the Player
Hate the Game
Credits
Writer(s): Pearce Noel Anthony Mcmenamin, Liam Gregory D Deakin, Niall Orun Fennell
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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