Martin's Arm Broke

Yuh, oh am I silly, baby? Oh, am I silly? I don‘t need your opinion Yuh, oh am I silly, baby? Oh, am I silly? I don‘t need your opinion Everybody‘s talking who‘s the rightest in the party But you gotta understand another fella‘ yellin‘ sorry I don‘t want to talk about it (Talk about) Baby, I don‘t want to talk about it (Talk about it) Yeah, it was the first time it happened Never used to Tinder, but I thought I had to dabble A week, month later, a chick, we‘ll call, Hannah Was messaging me up and she wanted a companion Funny as it is, I was flattered for the minute She wasn‘t half too bad to begin with That was my opinion then, so we connected soon as we could Got our phones linked and a link was sensational Innocense aside, I am blind to the women Blind in a different way, lemme say I know what I‘m digging, I know what is lackin‘ Romantic – that‘s the adjective I could relax in Soon as I saw her, shit was gonna happen I knew I had an answer, damn, I‘m gonna bang her But hang on, we gotta head slow So we know where we gonna bleed on Yuh, oh am I silly, baby? Oh, am I silly? I don‘t need your opinion Yuh, oh am I silly, baby? Oh, am I silly? I don‘t need your opinion Everybody‘s talking who‘s the rightest in the party But you gotta understand another fella‘ yellin‘ sorry I don‘t want to talk about it (Talk about) Baby, I don‘t want to talk about it (Talk about it) Yo we scored seats at the Can-Can Hang-man plays while I fill in the canyon Tell me where you study? Tell me what you know? Can I trust you with my secrets? Yes or hell no? I‘m sleek, she‘s a metronome, ticking like a bomb I‘m talkative, she acting like a C-3PO Heh, you‘re fucking kidding me girl No, you got me measuring hope And now I wish I could exit, wish that I could go There‘s some pizza on her face, what a steep deep slove Get up on my cell-phone, messaging the pope I write „When can I leave, man I really dropped the soap“ He calls me, I grin, holy shit, is this a joke? Stand up from the fucking table, grab my effin coat „Where you‘re going, George?“ I say I gotta bounce, ‘cause Martin‘s arm broke Yuh, oh am I silly, baby? Oh, am I silly? I don‘t need your opinion Yuh, oh am I silly, baby? Oh, am I silly? I don‘t need your opinion Everybody‘s talking who‘s the rightest in the party But you gotta understand another fella‘ yellin‘ sorry I don‘t want to talk about it (Talk about) Baby, I don‘t want to talk about it (Talk about it)