Oh no. Hes looking at me Mr. juice monkey, tatted out Just another wannabe Got that look on his face Spot it a mile away Hes got to get in, get on, get out And get back to the chase And now hes asking me for my number CHORUS Youre the kind of guy that could make me like girls Youre the kind of guy makes me wish I stayed home Youre the kind of guy makes me wish I wore more clothes Youre the kind of guy Ill never put in my phone So quit asking me for my number Youre creepin me out No I dont want to dance
And I can buy my own drink If youre a big deal, big man Then why you such a little dink Quit asking me for my number CHORUS Give me a break seriously you havent 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, Im not playing nice Do you really want to take this outside Dont think I wont kick your a** in a fist fight CHORUS