Kate Nash -- We Get On.

Simply knowing you exist ain’t good enough for me. But asking for your telephone number seems highly inappropriate seeing as I can’t even say hi when 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 in to you most accidentally. But I was walking along and I bumped into you much more heavily than I’d originally planned. It was well embarrassing, and I think you thought that I was a bit of a twat.

I just think that we’d get on. I wish I could tell you face to face instead of singing this stupid song, but yeah, I just think that we might get on.

So I went to that party and everyone, they were kind of arty. And I was wearing this dress because I wanted to impress, but I wasn’t sure if I looked my best ’cause I was so nervous. But I carried on regardless strutting through each room trying to find you, and when 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 find someone better”. His eyes were way too close together and “we never even liked him from the start and now he’s with that tart and I heard she done some really nasty stuff down in the park with Michael, ” they said, “she’s easy and if your guy’s with someone that’s sleazy, then he ain’t worth your time ’cause you deserve a real nice guy”. So I proceeded to get drunk and to cry and I locked myself in the toilets the entire night.

Saturday night I watched channel five, I particularly liked CSI. I don’t ever dream about you and me, I don’t ever make up stuff about us that would be classed 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 are still seeing. I don’t know your timetable, I don’t know your face off by heart, but I must admit that there is still a part of me that thinks we might get on.