Creepin' Me Out Lyrics - Singles - Amy Hef

Oh no! He's looking at me 

Mr. Juice monkey, tatted out 

Just another wannabe 

Got that look on is his face 

Spot it a mile away 

He's got to get in get on get off 

And get back to the chase 

Now he's asking me for my number 

CHORUS 

You're the kind of guy that could make me like girls 

You're the kind of guy I'll never put in my phone 

So quit asking for my number 

You're creepin me out, you're creepin me out 

No I don't wanna dance 

And I can buy my own drink 

If you're a big deal, a big man 

Then why you such a little dink? 

Quit asking me for my number 

CHORUS 

You're the kind of guy that could make me like girls 

You're the kind of guy makes me wish I stayed home 

You're the kind of guy makes me wish I wore more clothes 

You're the kind of guy I'll never put in my phone 

So quit asking for my number 

Na na na na....X2 

You better go hit the bricks 'cause I just might 

Lose my heels, hold my rings I'm not playing nice 

Do you really want to take this outside 

Don't think I won't kick your ass in a fist fight 

CHORUS 

You're the kind of guy that could make me like girls 

You're the kind of guy that could make me like girls 

You're the kind of guy makes me wish I stayed home 

You're the kind of guy makes me wish I wore more clothes 

You're the kind of guy I'll never put in my phone 

So quit asking for my number