Lyrics

You say no, no, no, no, no - but you can't let her go

So was that a date or just swimming as mates
It's making you shave the hairs on your back
That look you'd give your eyes for means she's plotting like Guy Fawkes
Making you strive for her manly ideal

And that's the dangerous nature of Little Miss Flirtatious
She just wants to play games with your heart
Just because she's curvaceous there's no need for impatience
You know it's not safe to get involved

Her parcels you'd sign for and the letters she'd write
Your keeping in spite of the frustration they bring
And she talks of the Bahamas as she lies in her pyjamas
She's just out of arm's reach and you're right in harm's way

But you fell right in, missed the warning signs
All the flashing lights and the sirens and bells
The blood left your mind just trying to find
A better past-time for its plasma and cells
And although she's denied you, she lives for the triers
And I'll be counting the time 'til she's back on your arm
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(C) Greg Frain 2010