mr. c

you must be blind

you're blind

you're blind

or maybe i'm unkind

unkind

unkind

you're the rich boy from my town

my town

my town

but that can't win me round

me 'round

me 'round

oh you and all your people

you think i like you 'cause you bought me a drink

but i'm just short of cash and able to wink

excuse me mr c

who you tryna kid?

i'll take the drink

but if you think

you're coming home with me

who you tryna kid?

oh you're so vain

when you're under the lights

the lights

you're alright

but conversation's dry

you're dry

you're dry

just trying to boast about your parents' house in the south of france

and i'm laughing at the way you dance

you're gone

you're gone

you're gone

oh you and all your people

i've come to conclusion you're quite fit

but i'm under no illusion you're a dick

i

i never meant to hurt or make you cry

your mum's outside

she's waiting for you in her new x5

i'm sure she'll dry those eyes

excuse me mr c

excuse me mr c

excuse me mr c

excuse me mr c