Amy Hef - Creepin' Me Out Lyrics
Oh no! He’s looking at meMr. Juice monkey, tatted outJust another wannabeGot that look on is his faceSpot it a mile awayHe’s got to get in, get on, get offAnd get back to the chaseNow he’s asking me for my numberCHORUSYou’re the kind of guy that could make me like girlsYou’re the kind of guy I’ll never put in my phoneSo quit asking for my numberYou’re creepin me out, you’re creepin me outNo I don’t wanna danceAnd I can buy my own drinkIf you’re a big deal, a big manThen why you such a little dink?Quit asking me for my numberCHORUSYou’re the kind of guy that could make me like girlsYou’re the kind of guy makes me wish I stayed homeYou’re the kind of guy makes me wish I wore more clothesYou’re the kind of guy I’ll never put in my phoneSo quit asking for my numberNa na na na….X2You better go hit the bricks ‘cause I just mightLose my heels, hold my rings I’m not playing niceDo you really want to take this outsideDon’t think I won’t kick your ass in a fist fightYou’re the kind of guy that could make me like girlsCHORUSYou’re the kind of guy that could make me like girlsYou’re the kind of guy makes me wish I stayed homeYou’re the kind of guy makes me wish I wore more clothesYou’re the kind of guy I’ll never put in my phoneSo quit asking for my numberAsking me for numberYou're creepin' me out
