This is written as a good old rock and roll song
lead singer claps his hands overhead to get audience involved
Won't give out my number
La,la, la,-la,la,
La,la, la,-la,la,
La,la, la,-la,la,
La,la, la,-la,la,
Won't be giving out my number anytime soon
to some guy that's out of his head
Whose got intentions of getting me into my bed
Chorus
I won't give out my number
to some guy with glazed over eyes
Who smells of stale beer and yesterday's clothes
La,la, la -,la,la,
La,la, la,-la,la,
You don't get it do you !
It's all about love and flowers
not some seedy hotel room
Where you're gone in half an hour
Chorus
I won't give out my number
to some guy with glazed over eyes
Who smells of stale beer and yesterday's clothes
La,la, la,-la,la,
La,la, la,-la,la
Can't you see it's all about respect !
and not quick fumbles followed by rubbish sex
Don't guys sweep ladies of their feet no more ?
and walk them home and kiss them at the door ?
Chorus
I won't give out my number
to some guy with glazed over eyes
Who smells of stale beer and yesterday's clothes
La,la, la,-la,la,
La,la, la,-la,la
I still want to go down the aisle pure and clean
not with images in my head, I find obscene
Chorus
I won't give out my number
to some guy with glazed over eyes
Who smells of stale beer and yesterday's clothes
La,la, la,-la,la,
La,la, la,-la,la,
La,la, la,-la,la,
La,la, la,-la,la,
Fades
La,la, la,-la,la,
La,la, la,-la,la,
La,la, la,-la,la,
La,la, la,-la,la,