What’s my name you ask?
Well why the hurry and the fancy dress?
Who are you trying to impress,
With your haircut and whiskey breath?
I don’t need your money to get what I want.
The blonde’s been eyeing you all night,
Flaunting her body in your head,
But I’ll tell you now sir, you won’t find the answers you’re looking for in her bed.
She said if you come over here again she’s going home,
So I suggest you turn the other cheek and leave me alone.
I know why you’re here though, I don’t have to ask.
It’s why you keep sipping Spicebox from your silver flask.
I’ve seen you around and I know who you are,
Looking to someone like me,
While you drive around town in your black Mazda 3.
We’re the same but you still ask for my name.
It’s a pity really;
It’s a real shame.
You might be good looking
But you’ll never know my name.