Why am I always hit on by the boys I never like?

I can always see ‘em coming from the left and from the right

I don’t want to be a priss, I just try to be polite

But it always seems to bite me in the

Get your hands off my hips, ‘fore I’ll punch you in the lips

Stop your staring at my— Hey!

Take a hint, take a hint

No you can’t buy me a drink, let me tell you what I think

I think you could use a mint

Take a hint, take a hint