Verse 1: Call me the extrovert pervert dishing the dirt Always alert for a skinny flirt spinning in her miniskirt - Dirtily, yes I take what I want bruv certainly But it's hurtin me That I might roam home alone when it stones me I still gotta bury my bone in a poor mans clone of Let's say Rachel Stevens Even still that's a huge achievement You're all in agreement but not your mum Cos her opinion's stickin' out like sore thumbs Never outdone she moans as I lower my tone To the well known zone of misogyny I have an itch like I wanna grab a bitch So I take what I want like I'm Roman Abramovich Any which way but loose in truth There's never an excuse when you're pullin a moose Chorus: I'll take (take) what (what) I want (whatever I want) I'm a bad go getter yeah I'll take your pride maybe even your virginity It's your own fault ñ love you shouldn't grin at me Verse 2: She sittin in the shop window grinning back at me Her mouth don't move so she only shows apathy Plus, she don't have a bloke who'll wanna batter me She only needs air, the last one required batteries Make the purchase, hide her in my jacket, We'll be at it like a couple of rabbits once the packets gone Now its on, the best thing she don't make a racket So we can do it even when my Nan's next door Second best aint the route to pleasure Don't accept it if she gets clever Loses air cos she cant take pressure Pop her with a needle if she don't measure I never stress like Mayday, mayday Buy the other brand when it's Friday payday Yes mate get me a playmate Much in the same way as George Best back in his hey day Chorus: I'll take (take) what (what) I want (whatever I want) I'm a bad go getter yeah I'll take your pride maybe even your virginity It's your own fault ñ love you shouldn't grin at me Bridge: Ok I like real women but they never wanna give it up Even when they finally do by then I've given up Wait so long that I don't really give a fuck A little tip son you might wanna pick it up See the honey in the street son pick her up Take her home as the night starts pickin up Wont need a rubber when your little man's up Cos she wont have a virus you don't want pickin up Verse 3: This aint cheap sex its something fresher One off payment for Luscious Luretta Fellas lets get your shit together Blow up ladies are getting better She never tells you its too late, Says shes got a headache, starts yawning Conversations never get boring, she cant speak Easy to store and dirt cheap Try telling me that aint deep Chorus: I'll take (take) what (what) I want (whatever I want) I'm a bad go getter yeah I'll take your digits maybe even your virginity It's your own fault ñ love you shouldn't grin at meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
