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Kate Nash - We get on

Simply, knowing you exist aint good enough for me

But asking for your telephone number seems highly inappropriate



Seeing as I can't

You don't say hi

As you walk by



And that time you shook my hand it felt so nice

I swear I never felt this way about any other guy

And I don't usually notice people's eyes but..



I conducted a plan to bump into you most accidentally

But I was walking along and bumped into you

Much more heavily than I had originally planned

It was well embarrassing and I think you thought I was a bit of a twat



I just think that we'd get on

And I wish I could tell you face to face

Without singing this stupid song

But yeah I just think that we'd get on



So I went to that party

Everyone, they looked kind of arty

And I was wearing this dress

Cause I wanted to impress

But I wasn't sure that I looked my best

Cause I was so nervous

But carried on regardless

Strutting through each room trying to find you



Then I saw you kissing that girl

My heart it shattered

And my eyes they watered

And when I tried to speak I stuttered

And my friends were like whatever

You'll get some one better

His eyes are way to close together

And we never even liked him from the start

And now he's with that tart

And I herd she done some really nasty stuff down in the park

With Michael

He said she's easy

And if your guys with the one that's sleazy

Then he aint worth your time

Cause you deserve a real nice guy



So I proceeded to get drunk

And to cry

Locked myself in the toilets for the entire night



Saturday night I watched channel 5

I particularly liked CSI

I don't ever dream about you and me

I don't ever make up stuff about you and me

That could be considered insanity

I don't ever drive by your house

To see if you're in

I don't even have an opinion

On that tramp that you're still seeing

I don't know your timetable

I don't know your face off by heart

But I must admit there's a part

That still thinks that

We might get on

We might get on