Creepin' Me Out Lyrics - Singles - Amy Heffernan

Oh no. Hes looking at me 

Mr. juice monkey, tatted out 

Just another wannabe 

Got that look on his face 

Spot it a mile away 

Hes got to get in, get on, get out 

And get back to the chase 

And now hes asking me for my number 

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Youre the kind of guy that could make me like girls 

Youre the kind of guy makes me wish I stayed home 

Youre the kind of guy makes me wish I wore more clothes 

Youre the kind of guy Ill never put in my phone 

So quit asking me for my number 

Youre creepin me out 

No I dont want to dance 

And I can buy my own drink 

If youre a big deal, big man 

Then why you such a little dink 

Quit asking me for my number 

CHORUS 

Give me a break seriously you havent got a clue 

If they had a dirt bag contest then the winner would be you 

Uh Huh 

Na na na na na na na na na nah 

You better go ht the bricks cuz I just might 

Lose my heels, hold my rings, Im not playing nice 

Do you really want to take this outside 

Dont think I wont kick your ass in a fist fight 

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