The BlockBusters Babe
Whilst I look at the latest DVD
I think I see her notice me?
I feel myself go to pieces
When she stocks the new realises
I can just about look up her skirt
Her long red hair, against blue shirt
In my confusion, I find myself looking at porn
And get all embarrassed and drop my popcorn
In my head I'm saying, "just ask her out Matt"
The shop's busy, and I might look a prat
I think she is from Eastern Europe or around that part
I know right now she's in my heart
I think about us having sex over the videos
I wonder if she likes me too? I wonder if she knows?
The girl who works in Blockbusters is my sexy dame
But I leave without her number.....
Just another Play Station game.
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