They don’t even hide that they’re looking at me Those apes at the bar I know what’s on their fucking
They don’t even hide that they’re looking at me Those apes at the bar I know what’s on their fucking minds They can just look away Leave me with my friends Bastards Why can’t they be respectful, like the guy in the corner The really cute guy The one who just smiled Haven’t caught him once Looking at my tits or my legs He could take me home I’ll bet he’s a proper gentleman Pretty sure he would treat me like a ‘princess’ -- source link
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