One Four Seven One

You said it yourself

You can't help but flirt

And I'd be the first to admit

That I'm easily hurt

I can't take things lightly

You said I'm always in a huff

I know it was just the once

But what if that's enough?

Just shut the fuck up

And tell me bit by bit

'Cause all I can see is his hand

Grabbing a tit

I do one four seven one

The minute I get in

And if your number's not there

Your stuff stays in the bin