She's dressed in white and putting off crying
Well you're the best man, so what's the plan?
Why don't you talk to Matty about it?
I said, I only brought three like I told you before
We're gonna have to ask about
Free bar, that's the point
Spilling Amaretto 'cause of previous joints
I'm sitting with a girl, fortunate placing
Preceding railing racket off a porcelain basin
Who's he? Giving it the lips?
I've never seen him knockin' about
He looks just like me, but six foot three
So I reckon you could knock him out
Well, I think I'll say a couple of words if you don't mind
I never really got on with your bird the first time
I met her out, dressed in nowt, telling everybody you were shagging about
Well, who's this?
Going for the kiss
I'm probably gonna yosh in your mouth
Because it's five-oh-three, I can hardly see and I'm on the verge of passing out
"Menswear" as written by Adam Brian Thomas Hann Ross Stewart Macdonald
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