Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Don't Want To, artist - Example. Album song I Don't Want To, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.06.2007
Record label: The Beats, Warner Music UK
Song language: English
I Don't Want To |
I spotted Miss World, too good to be true |
But the club was pretty dark and I’d had quite a few |
I stagger to her table sipping my brew |
But just as I get there she goes to the loo |
Impatient bastard, now what do I do? |
Then I cop her friend and she’s alright too |
Her arse in good shape, above average boat |
I ask her name, she sticks her tongue down my throat |
I’m not one to gloat or boast, but take note |
Twenty minutes gone and she’s getting her coat |
So I down my beer, my boys start to cheer (Hey!) |
Grin across my face runs from ear to ear |
She gives me the look, and I mean the look |
Was it love at first sight man, or something she took? |
(I don’t know) |
A swagger in my step like a crook, then I think |
The girl looks shook, she’s had too much to drink |
I look at her eyeballs to see if they’re pink |
But I don’t get a chance cause she gives me a wink |
So I travel to hers in an illegal cab |
Plus I know she’s a student, her house is drab |
In my head I’m laughing, |
Stereo’s playing some timeless Marvin |
The lights dim down and the clothes come off |
But I pass out, cause her pillow’s too soft |
I don’t want (No no no no) |
To be true (No no no no) |
I don’t want |
To make love to you |
I’m up the next morning, but where the hell’s this? |
I’m trapped in girly purple abyss |
It’s proving costly, she took me hostage |
First things first man, where’s the Frosties? |
I slowly tiptoe towards the door |
But she grabs my left arm like I’ve broken the law |
Now who am I kidding, I ain’t her guest |
But she playing like she got me under house arrest |
She starts with a speech about how she’s feeling |
I’m more intrigued by her lilac ceiling |
Any time now there’s a question pending |
She wants to confirm a romantic ending |
Why do they charm you with hocus-pocus? |
I gotta get home for the Football Focus |
To dodge small talk I admit defeat |
«Er, how are you for dinner love? |
Tuesday week?» |
As we waited at the bus stop she wanted a cab |
But I made her see sense with the gift of the gab |
A cab’s 20 quid, and that’s money for us |
Plus it’s it’s one nugget each on the 220 bus |
There’s one little issue that we gotta address |
I got just enough cash for a Pizza Express |
Even though she wants Thai chilli beef with mango |
I’d be content with some wings from Nando’s |
We get to Express, but before we can order |
She starts with a tirade that I never call her |
I say «I'm trying to keep my phone bills smaller» |
Try and change the subject, «Have you got taller?» |
«Don't give me that, that’s a load of tosh» |
She says words like that, she’s a little bit posh |
«Look, all I want, Ell, is a call at lunches» |
As she keeps ranting, the waiter approaches |
«Be honest, you want this to work or not?» |
«Er, doughballs, please and an American Hot» |
«I'm talking, geezer I want to know please» |
«She'll have a Caesar with no anchovies |
And two Peronis» he makes a note |
I look back at her and she’s getting her coat |
She heads for the door like a spoilt adult |
More food for me, eh? |
What a result |