She made me sweat, she mad me swoon
Oh she put me off my food
And when her boyfriend left the room
She showed me her tattoo
The girls wear roll necks, the boys wear bu*ton-downs and they sit and they frown
As she leads me to her room
And now she's taking her clothes off before me
She has the skinniest elbows I've ever seen
And once our bodies are warm we'll be shaking our peaches we'll be twisting till dawn
We both know what we're doing but we don't care, but we don't care
And if she reads Daily Mail I will leave her
And if she smokes too much pot I will leave her
When she says she is skint I believe her
And Christ only knows how I need her
The girls wear hipsters the boys wear jeans
They don't understand what I mean when I say she's too good for me