Snail Trail

The office party was fine Quite fun till quarter past nine Then you came to And things got right out of hand All eyes and arms and mouth and So close, oh gross Your boss comes up Thinks we're getting on fine I'm seeing red now I wanna leave But your face is in mine You're thinking bed now Pass the bottom stair And I'll become your worst nightmare I am much too good for you You sicken me with your belief That I must want it underneath Don't think you're coming in for more Too late for public transport And taxis I can't afford Uh-oh, lift home Your in-car CD player Is blaring out Liz Phair Blow Queen: obscene Your driving's bad All that lager you've had I'm getting scared now What a relief See the end of my street But you're thinking bed now Pass the bottom stair And I'll become your worst nightmare I am much too good for you You sicken me with your belief That I must want it underneath Don't think you're coming in for more I warn you, pass the bottom stair And I'll become your worst nightmare I am much too good for you You sicken me with your belief That I must want it underneath Don't think you're coming in for more