Fit But You Know It (Radio Edit)

See, I reckon you're about an eight or a nine
Maybe even nine and a half in four beers' time
That blue Topshop top you've got on is nice
Bit too much fake tan though, but yeah, you score high
But there's just one little thing that's
Really, really, really, really annoying me about you, you see
Yeah, yeah, like I said, you are really fit
But my gosh, don't you just know it?

I'm not trying to pull you
Even though I would like to
I think you are really fit
You're fit, but my gosh, don't you know it?

So when I looked at you standing there with your horde
I was waiting in the queue, lookin at the board
Wondering whether to have a burger or chips
Or what the shrapnel in my back pocket could afford
When I noticed out the corner of my eye
Lookin' toward my direction, your eyes locked on my course
I couldn't concentrate on what I wanted to order
Which lost me my place in the queue I waited for, yeah

I'm not trying to pull you
Even though I would like to
I think you are really fit
You're fit, but my gosh, dont you know it?

Whoa (leave it out)
Are you smoking crack or something? (Mike, just leave it, just leave it)
We cannot have that behaviour in this establishment (It's not worth it, Mike, just leave it)
Don't touch me, don't touch me (leave it out)
Don't, I'm alright, don't touch me

For a while there I was thinkin', "Yeah, but what if?"
Picturing myself pulling with bare, white hart wit
Snarin' you as you were standing there, opposite
Whether or not you knew it, I swear you didn't tick
And when that bloke in the white behind us lot queuing
Was clocking onto you too, yeah, I had to admit
That yeah, yeah, you are fit and I do want it
But I stopped sharkin' a minute to get chips and drinks

I'm not trying to pull you
Even though I would like to
I think you are really fit
You're fit, but my gosh, don't you know it?

Oi, and just as you started to make your big advance
With the milkshake and that little doughnut in hand
I was like, "Nah, I can't even, no, you look grand"
But you looked sharp there smiling hard suggesting and
Gleaming away with your hearty, hearty-lookin' tan
But I admit, the next bit was spanners to my plan
You walked toward my path, but just brushed right past
And into the arms of that f— white-shirted man

I'm not trying to pull you
Even though I would like to
I think you are really fit
You're fit, but my gosh, don't you know it?

Aw, oi
What do I give a —? I got a girlfriend anyway (whoa! We've all had a drink, mate!)
Oi, we're all a bit drunk, we've had a few, fair play
I got this Stella I bummed from that last cafe
This night's not even begun
Yes, yes, oh yay

I did fancy you a bit though, yeah, I must say
I would rather I hadn't mugged myself on display
But this is just another case of female stopping play
In an otherwise total result of a holiday

I'm not trying to pull you
Even though I would like to
I think you are really fit
You're fit, but my gosh, don't you know it?

Haha