Alright so this is a song about anyone, it could be anyone
You're just doing your own thing and some one comes out the blue
They're like, "Alright"
He's 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 okay
Caught him looking and she 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, 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 cant have my number
"Why?" 'Cause I've lost my phone

Oh yeah, actually yeah I'm pregnant
Having a baby in like six months so no, and yeah, yeah

"I recognise this guy"
That's what she's thinking
As he comes over her heart 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"
"You see the thing is I really don't have the time"

Can't knock 'em out (can't knock 'em out), can't walk away (can't walk away)
Try desperately to think of the politest way to say
(Uhm I'm really sorry but not this time) Just get out my face, just leave me alone
And no you cant have my number
'Cause 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

Can't knock 'em out (can't knock 'em out), can't walk away (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 cant have my number
'Cause I've lost my phone

Can't knock 'em out, can't walk away
Try desperately to think of the politest (I'm actually getting married next week) way to say
Just get out my face, just leave me alone (no, seriously)
And no you cant have my number
'Cause I've lost my phone

Nah, I've gotta go 'cause my house is on fire
I've got herpes, err no, I've got syphilis

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing, Regard Music, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Darren Lewis, Earl Johnson, Iyiola Babatunde Babalola, Lily Allen