Ladykillers

Here we go, I'm hanging out in Camden

Drinking with my girlfriends on a Saturday night

This guy says, "Come and meet my girlfriend"

She's sitting in the corner looking rather uptight

So I say hello and I try to be nice

But I see he's feeling itchy

Trying to play us off each other

"Girls, girls, please don't fight" (you get the picture)

Hey you, the muscles and the long hair

Telling me that women are superior to men

Most guys just don't appreciate this

You just try convincing me you're better than them

So he talks for hours 'bout his sensitive soul

And his favourite subject is sex

I don't even think he really wanted it

But, Christ, this guy's too much (I wanna tell him)

I'm as human as the next girl, I like a bit of flattery

But I don't need your practised lines

Your school of charm mentality, so

Save your breath for someone else and

Credit me with something more

When it comes to men like you

I know the score, I've heard it all before

(Here comes the next one)

Blondie was with me for a summer

He flirted like a maniac, but I wouldn't bite

I'm weak and he was so persistent

He only had to have me 'cause I put up a fight

Oh God, the boy had such an ego

He liked to talk about himself all day and all night

You think you're such a ladykiller

But you were nothing special 'till you turned out the light

When he's nice to me, he's just nice to himself

And he's watching his reflection

I'm a five foot mirror for adoring himself

Here's seven years' bad luck (I wanna tell him)

When you say you love me, you're just flattering your vanity

But I don't need your practised lines

Your school of charm mentality, so

Save your breath for someone else and

Credit me with something more

When it comes to men like you

I know the score, I've heard it all before

Ooh, you're such a ladykiller

Always on a winner, thinking that you're in there

Oh boy, you're such a ladykiller

Super sexy mister, call it what you will, oh

You think you're such a ladykiller

I just bet you're still there, posing in the mirror

Hey girls, he's such a ladykiller

But we know where he's coming from and we know the score