Creepin' Me Out Lyrics

Oh no. He's looking at me
Mr. juice monkey, tatted out
Just another wannabe
Got that look on his face
Spot it a mile away
He's got to get in, get on, get out
And get back to the chase

And now he's asking me for my number

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You're the kind of guy that could make me like girls
You're the kind of guy makes me wish I stayed home
You're the kind of guy makes me wish I wore more clothes
You're the kind of guy I'll never put in my phone
So quit asking me for my number
You're creepin me out

No I don't want to danceAmy Heffernan - Creepin' Me Out - http://motolyrics.com/amy-heffernan/creepin-me-out-lyrics.html
And I can buy my own drink
If you're a big deal, big man
Then why you such a little dink

Quit asking me for my number

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Give me a break seriously you haven't got a clue
If they had a dirt bag contest then the winner would be you
Uh Huh

Na na na na na na na na na nah…
You better go ht the bricks cuz I just might
Lose my heels, hold my rings, I'm not playing nice
Do you really want to take this outside
Don't think I won't kick your ass in a fist fight

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