Catcall

I'm just a slut and a slag and a chick

Who apparently wants to suck your dick

I'm not sure where you got that from

Known you for ten seconds too long

Started from when I was a little kid

Mom prayed that I wouldn't grow big tits

Cause if I did, I'd be every man's bitch

Yum, yum, love, lap, lap, lick, lick

Nice legs, cross the street to avoid it

Nice hair, cross your [?]

Nice skirt, cross your legs or they'll see it

Nice walk, cross that off of the dream list

There's one thing I don't seem to get

You're shocked by my tits, but your mom's got breasts

And so does your sister and probs the mister

And I don't think you'd want them to kiss you

Don't fucking touch me

Don't fucking touch me

Don't fucking touch me

I was born in the nineties

Don't fucking touch me

Don't fucking touch me

Don't fucking touch me

I was born in the nineties

Oi, bitch you look so fine

Jump in and come round mine

No thanks, babe, I'm alright

Don't really want to be with you tonight

How dare you try to say no

When I can see your tits from down the road

How dare you try to go

When I can see your ass from Lapford Yeo

Well I can see your chest hair from Deptford Bridge

And I think you might be an asshole a smidge

Don't call me bitch if you want to get a kiss

That's now how you pick up a lady is it?

Why don't you stop looking for skin

And accept that him equals her equals him

If you want to get my respect at all

Then shut your mouth and don't catcall