One Four Seven One

You said it youself – you can’t help but flirt and I’d be the first to admit that I’m easily hurt. I can’t take things lightly – you said I’m always in a huff. I know it was just the once but what if that’s enough? Just shut the fuck up and tell me bit by bit Cause all I can see is his hand grabbing a tit. I do one four seven one the minute I get in And if your number’s not there you stuff stays in the bin.