Fit but You Know It Lyrics

von The Streets

See, I reckon you're about an eight or a nine,
Maybe even nine and a half in 4 beers time
That blue Topshop top you've got on is nice,
Bit too much fake tan though but, yeah you score high.
But there's just one little thing that's really, really, really, really annoying me about you ,you see
Yeah, yeah, like I said, you are really fit,
But my gosh! Don't you just know it!

I'm not trying to pull you
Even though I would like to
I think you are really fit
You're fit but my gosh, don't you know it.

So when I looked at you standing there with your hood
I was waiting in the queue, looking at the board
Wondering whether to have a burger or chips
Or what the shrapnel in my back pocket could afford
When I noticed out the corner of my eye
Looking toward my direction your eyes locked on my course
I couldn't concentrate on what I wanted to order
Which lost me my place in the queue I waited for, yeah.

I'm not trying to pull you
Even though I would like to
I think you are really fit
You're fit but my gosh, don't you know it.

Woa
Leave it out
Are you smoking crack, or something?
Leave it out,
Mate just leave it,
We cannot have that behaviour in this establishment,
Its not worth it mate,
Leave it out,
Just leave it,
Don't touch me,
Don't touch me I'm alright

For a while there I was thinking, yeah but what if
Picturing myself pulling with bare white-heart wit
Staring at you, standing there opposite
Whether or not you knew it, I swear you didn't tick
And when that bloke in the white behind us lot queuing was clocking onto you to it
I had to admit that yeah, yeah, you are fit and I do want it
But I stopped sharking a minute to get chips and drinks

I'm not trying to pull you
Even though I would like to
I think you are really fit
You're fit but my gosh, don't you know it.

Oi, just as you started to make your big advance
With the milkshake and that little doughnut in hand
I was like nah, I can't even, no you look grand
But you looked sharp there smiling hard suggesting and, leaning away with your hearty hearty looking tan
But I admit the next bit was spanners to my plan
You walked toward my path but just brushed right past
And into the arms of that fucking white shirted man

I'm not trying to pull you
Even though I would like to
I think you are really fit
Your fit but my gosh don't you know it

What do I give a fuck, I've got a girlfriend anyway
Oi ( we ordered a drink mate )
We're all a bit drunk, we've had a few, fair play
I've got this Stella I bombed from that last cafe
This night's not even begun
Yes, yes, oh yay.

I did fancy you a bit though, yeah I must say,
I would rather I hadn't mugged myself on display
But this is just another case of female stopping play
In an otherwise total result of a holiday

I'm not trying to pull you
Even though I would like to
I think you are really fit
You're fit but my gosh don't you know it.