Nobody Like You

Nobody like you
Can do it so well
You're talking to me now
While you're looking at my girl
I know that you'd be saying something
'til the end of time
It's yours to choose
With exaggerated truth
It's down to the local hunting ground
To see what's on offer
You're telling crap jokes
Followed by your false laughter
I don't wanna trouble
And i don't wanna suffer
But when I try to get away
I bump into another
Standing 'round the fruit machine
Drinks in hand
You ridicule the women
That are standing 'round
Reaching out you thought
It was yours to touch and grab
Cos that's what they taught you
In your porno mag

Nobody like you
Tres fantastique
Your claiming to be something
But I know you'll never be
You talk of money,
Power, cars & girls
I know your shit is just faery tales
Drink after drink
Flowing thro' your veins
Dabs of speed keeps puke away
Hoping that you'll last the night
You get plenty of drink in
Then you start a fight