Lily Allen Knock 'em Out

Alright so this is a song about anyone, it could be anyone.
You're just doing your own thing and someone comes out of the blue,
They're like,
"Alright,
What are ya saying?
Yeah can I take your digits?"
And you're like, "no not in a million years, you're nasty
please leave me alone."

Cut to the pub on a lad's night out,
Man at the bar cos it was his shout,
Clocks this bird and she looked OK,
She caught him looking and walked his way,
"Alright darlin', you gonna buy us a drink then?"
"Err no, but I was thinking about buying one for your friend..."

She's got no taste, hand on his waist, tries to pull away but her lips on his face,
"If you insist I'll have a white wine spritzer"
"Sorry love, but you ain't a pretty picture."

[Chorus]
You can't knock em out, you can't walk away,
Try desperately to think of the politest way to say,
Just get out my face, just leave me alone,
And no you can't have my number,
"Why?"
'Cause I lost my phone.

"Oh yeah, actually yeah um, I'm pregnant, um, yeah I'm having a baby in like 6 months so no, yeah, yeah..."

I recognise this guy's way of thinking,
As he walks over her face starts sinking,
She's like,
"Oh here we go..."
It's a routine check that she already knows,
She's thinking, "They're all the same."

"Yeah you alright baby? You look alright still, yeah what's your name?"
She looks in her bag, takes out a fag, tries to get away from the guy on a blag, can't find a light,
"Here, use mine."
"You see the thing is I just don't have the time."

[Chorus]

Go away now, let me go,
Are you stupid? Or just a little slow?
Go away now, I've made myself clear,
Nah, it's not gonna happen,
Not in a million years.

[Chorus x2]

"Actually I'm getting married next week."

"No, seriously."

"Nah I've gotta go; my house is on fire,
I've got, I've got herpes, err no, syphilis!"