Knock Em Out-T-Rock

Knock Em Out - T-Rock Alright, so this is a song about anyone It could be anyone, you're just doing your own thing And someone comes out the blue They're like, "Alright, what you saying? Yeah can I take your digits?" And you're like, "No, not in a million years, you're nasty Please leave me alone" Cut to the pub on a lads' night out Man at the bar cos it was his shout Clocks this bird and she looks ok She caught him looking and walks his way "Alright darlin', you gonna buy us a drink then?" "Err no, but I was thinking of buying one for your friend" She's got no taste, hand on his waste Tries to pull away but her lips on his face "If you insist I'll have a white wine spritzer" "Sorry love, but you ain't a pretty picture" Can't knock 'em out, you can't walk away Try desperately to think of the politest way to say Just get out my face, just leave me alone And no you can't have my number "Why?" Because I've lost my phone Oh yeah, actually umm, I'm pregnant, umm yeah I'm having a baby in like 6 months and uhh, yeah, yeah "I recognise this guy" That's what you're thinking As he walks over her face starts sinking She's like, "Oh here we go" It's a routine check, that she already knows She's thinking, they're all the same "Yeah you alright baby? You look alright, still, yeah what's your name?" She looks in her bag, takes out a fag Tries to get away from the guy on a blag Can't find a light "Here, use mine" "See the thing is I really don't have the time" Can't knock 'em out, you can't walk away Try desperately to think of the politest way to say Just get out my face, just leave me alone And no you can't have my number Because I've lost my phone Go away now, let me go Are you stupid? Or just a little slow? Go away now, I've made myself clear Nah, it's not gonna happen Not in a a million years You can't knock 'em out, you can't walk away Try desperately to think of the politest way to say Just get out my face, just leave me alone And no you can't have my number Because I've lost my phone You can't knock 'em out, you can't walk away Try desperately to think of the politest way to say Just get out my face, just leave me alone And no you can't have my number Because I've lost my phone Uhh nah I, I've gotta go, cos my house is on fire I've got, I've got herpes, err no it's syphilis