Mr C - Nina Nesbitt

You must be blind, you’re blind, you’re blind

Or maybe I’m unkind, unkind, unkind

You’re the rich boy from my town, my town, my town

But that can’t win me 'round, me ‘round, me ‘round

Oh you and all your people

You think I like you ‘cause you bought me a drink

But I’m just short of cash and able to wink

Excuse me Mr C

Who you tryna kid?

I’ll take the drink, but if you think

You’re coming home with me

Who you tryna kid?

Oh you’re so vain

When you’re under the lights, the lights, you’re alright

But conversation’s dry, you’re dry, you’re dry

Just trying to boast about your parents' house, in the south of France

And I’m laughing at the way you dance

You’re gone, you’re gone, you’re gone

Oh you and all your people

I’ve come to the conclusion you’re quite fit

But I’m under no illusion you’re a dick

Excuse me Mr C

Who you tryna kid?

I’ll take the drink, but if you think

You’re coming home with me

Who you tryna kid?

Oh you’re so vain I can’t believe it

I, I never meant to hurt or make you cry

Your mum’s outside, she’s waiting for you in her new X5

I’m sure she’ll dry those eyes

Excuse me Mr C

Who you tryna kid?

I’ll take the drink, but if you think

You’re coming home with me

Who you tryna kid?

Oh you’re so vain I can’t believe it

Excuse me Mr C

Who you tryna kid?

I’ll take the drink, but if you think

You’re coming home with me

Who you tryna kid?

Oh you’re so vain I can’t believe it

Excuse me Mr C (excuse me Mr C)

Excuse me Mr C (one more champagne please)

Excuse me Mr C (and a Strawberry Daiquiri)

Excuse me Mr C (excuse me Mr C)