Close-Cropped Lyrics

do you remember us
on that minibus
with me staring at your feet?
and even judging by your footwear
i knew we had to meet
so it's a crying shame that in the mating game
i have the prowess of a fool
when we got to the farm
i should have turned on the charm
but instead i played it cool

are you with or without her?
you'd be so much happier with me
if you're available
i'm unrestrainable
can't you see?

i want your close-cropped hair
i want your pale blue eyes
and i want your soft hands
and your handsome thighs
i want your gormless grin
your regional accent
and i want your cracked lips
and i want your snake hips
and i want it right now
and i might even
and i might even tell you
now my days are filled with ways
in which our paths might cross
i've never been down
to your part of town
as much as i have this week

are you with or without me?
you'd be so much happier without
are you available?
you see, i'm uncontainable
can't you see?
i want your peachy skin
and i want it now
i want your well-groomed nails
and your tended brow
i'd let your supple arms
drape across my frame
i want the things you've got
i think you feel the same
i'd let your three-day stubble
tear across my cheek
i want to hold your hand
until some time next week
i want your winning ways
and your ample chest
i want the bits on display
and i want the rest