Why am I always hit on by the boys I never like?I can always see them coming from the left or from the rightI don't wanna be a priest,I'm just tryna be politeBut it always seems too bad,it's the Ask me for my number,yeah, you put me on the spotYou think that we should hook up,but I think that we should notYou had me at hell,then you opened up your mouthAnd that is when it started going south Oh!Let your hands off my hips,wanna punch you in the lipsStop you staring at my-Hey! Take a hint, take a hint, no you can't buy me a drinkLet me tell you what I think,I think you could use a liftTake a hint, take a hintI guess you still don't get it,so let's take it from the topYou asked me what my sign is and I told you it was stopAnd if I had a dollar for every name that you just droppedYou'd be here and I'd be on a yacht, oh!Get your hands off my hips,wanna punch you in the lipsStop you staring at my face!Take a hint, take a hint, no you can't buy me a drinkLet me tell you what I think,I think you could use a mintTake a hint, take a hint