Slow Pace

Sat on a table, minding his business
Look who comes along
Marie from reception is posing the question
Of drinks till someone comes
And he tells her
The way that you talk makes me feel so uncomfortable
I dance alone, in the fear that you'll feed me more
Pornstar Martini, with a side of more alcohol
If drinking's a sport, Olympics is where you'll go
Oh it's all okay
I've got no game
So let's just focus
On sex instead
Oh it's all okay
I've got no game
So let's just focus
On this slow pace

She sits at the table, talking to him
Whilst he just smiles and nods
They sleep together even though he's telling her
It won't lead to more
And he says
The way that you talk makes me feel so uncomfortable
I dance alone, in the fear that you'll feed me more
Pornstar Martini with a side of more alcohol
If drinking's a sport, Olympics is where you'll go
Oh it's all okay
I've got no game
So let's just focus
On sex instead
Oh it's all okay
I've got no game
So let's just focus
On this slow pace

Oh it's all okay
I've got no game
So let's just focus
On sex instead
Oh it's all okay
I've got no game
So let's just focus
On this slow pace