Chat Up

Hello darling, come here often,
Ha, the old lines are the best.
But not when she turns round and slaps me,
And tells me that I'm just a pest.

Its a funny old game this chat up lark,
You never know who you might wind up with.
Honestly I had so many drinks last week,
I ended up with a bloke called Steve.

I used to have a dog called Penny,
I say to this gorgeous chick.
But she doesn't take to my line,
And she tells me that I'm thick.

Casually I'm stalking the dance floor,
In search of my next bit of stuff.
But this girl says that I'm too nice,
She likes her blokes to be rough.

So I put on the tough guy and strut about,
And beside this girl I place my glass.
But she says she doesn't like yobbos,
And likes her men with more class

I resign myself to failure,
And finish off my dry white wine.
One last looks at the girls around,
Still there's always next time.

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