Snail Trail

The office party was fine

Quite fun till quarter past nine

Then you came to

And things got right out of hand

All eyes and arms and mouth and

So close, oh gross

Your boss comes up

Thinks we're getting on fine

I'm seeing red now

I wanna leave

But your face is in mine

You're thinking bed now

Pass the bottom stair

And I'll become your worst nightmare

I am much too good for you

You sicken me with your belief

That I must want it underneath

Don't think you're coming in for mor

Too late for public transport

And taxis I can't afford

Uh-oh, lift home

Your in-car CD player

Is blaring out Liz Phair

Blow Queen: obscene

Your driving's bad

All that lager you've had

I'm getting scared now

What a relief

See the end of my street

But you're thinking bed now

Pass the bottom stair

And I'll become your worst nightmare

I am much too good for you

You sicken me with your belief

That I must want it underneath

Don't think you're coming in for more

I warn you, pass the bottom stair

And I'll become your worst nightmare

I am much too good for you

You sicken me with your belief

That I must want it underneath

Don't think you're coming in for more