Standing in the bathroom
Fixing up her hair
He thought she looked alright
And she didn't really care
Cos she had a bofriend
Who treated her unkindly
Didn't speak to her nicely
Was always sort of icy
Wasn't complimenting
Always undermining
And he had made her cry
Once or twice
And she was like... uhh... maybe?
And he was like... uhh... yeah tonight!
Sippin by the bar
On his Stella Artois
Came here after work
So he could show her...
He wasn't just a loser
Working with computers
In an office daily
Making databases
Seeing the same faces
Watching time get wasted
And he could fuck a girl
Just as interesting as her
And she was like... uhh... maybe?
And he was like... uhh... yeah tonight!
Uhh... maybe?
And he was like... uhh... yeah tonight!
Red light, shadow fight
In the corner bar
Spilt a drink,
Stumbled an arisen opportunity,
Goosebumps, feeling lovers heart pumps,
Touching sense, alcohol takes off their edges
And she was like... uhh... maybe?
And he was like... uhh... yeah tonight!
Uhh... maybe?
And he was like... uhh... yeah tonight!
