Fit but You Know It - The Streets, The Futureheads

Excuse me, girl

I know it’s a bit embarrassing

But I just noticed some tan lines on your shirt

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, looking 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

Looking 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, don’t you know it?

Whoa!

(Leave it out)

Are you smoking crack or something?

(Leave it out)

Mike, just leave it, just leave it

We cannot have that behaviour in this establishment (Leave it out)

It’s not worth it, Mike, just leave it

Don’t touch me

It’s not worth it

Don’t touch me (Leave it out)

Don’t t—look, I’m alright, don’t touch me

For a while there I was thinking, yeah, but, what if?

Picturing myself pulling with bare white hot wit

Snaring 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 yeah, I do want it

But I stop sharking 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?

Now, I bashed my head hard earlier due to the brew

But I am digressing slightly, so I’ll continue

I didn’t want to bowl over all geezer and rude

Not rude like good but just rude like uncouth

You girls think you can just flirt and it comes to you

Well let me tell you, see, yes, yes, you are really rude

And rude as in good, I knew this as you stood and queued

But I just did not wanna give this satisfaction to you

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?

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 though you look grand

But you look sharp there smiling hard suggesting and

Gleaming away with your hearty, hearty-looking tan

But I admit the next bit was spanner to my plan

You walked towards my path but just brushed right past

And into the arms of that fucking 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?

Oh, what do I give a fuck?

I’ve got a girlfriend anyway

(Whoa, we’ve all had a drink, mate…)

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?

You’re fit but you know it

You’re fit but you know it

You’re fit but you know it

I think I’m going to fall over

I think I’m going to fall over

Fucking hell