Verse 1 Blown too much of me time buying dinner and wine And me money on flowers and lollies Only to find that whats on me mind Isnt on hers and shes sorry So Ive made up some lines that save wastin time And keep me from blowin me brass Im ever so cool I just prop on the stool Right next to hers and I ask Chorus Do you fck on first dates? Does your dad own a brewery? Could I feel your tits? Or would you show em to me? Cause youve youve got a nice head And you look pretty honest So me facell be leavin in a quarter of an hour Id like you to be on it Verse 2 You know how it feels when you first meet a sheila And the bullshit youve gotta go through Like callin her up and tellin her you love her When all that youd love is just to screw But she wants to hold hands and you to meet her old man And sit around for hours and talk But me new method is, you just cut through the shit And get down to the goodies straight off Chorus Do you fck on first dates? Does your dad own a brewery? Could I feel your tits? Or would you show em to me? Do you sleep in the nick? Do you give head very often? If we can decide, your place or mine We can fck off then Verse 3 So the next time you see a goodlookin sheila And youd give a weeks pay just to hold her Dont sit acting dumb, just front her fullon And drop a few lines like I told you This new method of mine might not work every time But then again no method will Ive been spat at and slapped, and kneed in the knackers But then Ive got a few fcks as well Chorus Do you fck on first dates? Does your dad own a brewery? Could I feel your tits? Or would you show em to me? If the answer is No To me questions above Then be a good sport and give me the name Of a girlfriend who does!
brewery, fck, method, tit, sheila