Arab Strap - The Smell of Outdoor Cooking lyrics

I take in the smoke from the barbeque. I swallow my own cheap booze I try not to look at your legs, as little boys play in big girl's shoes I play their games, I take them walks. I make jokes about feeling clucky And then I take myself where thoughts of having a family but f**, I'd have to get lucky I know it didn't mean a thing, I just use it for a joke I say I saw you topless but I keep quiet about [?] The smell of outdoor cooking, I think they're officially gone to my head So please don't bend over like that again, [?] Get your fingers out my friend Get your fingers out my friend Get your fingers out my friend Get your fingers out my friend And did you think the same as me as we stood there in the kitchen? We were talking about having kids and as usual I did some b**hing I told you I don't need a girlfriend. I just want someone to play with Someone to come and go and come with Someone I wouldn't have to steal her Keep your fingers out my friend Keep your fingers out my friend Keep your fingers out my friend Aw, get your fingers in my friends