Why am I always hit on by the boys I never like

I can always see ‘em coming from the left and from the right

I don’t want to be a priss, I just try to be polite

But it always seems to bite me in the –

Ask me for my number, yeah you put me on the spot

You think that we should hook-up, but I think that we should not

You had me at hello, then you opened up your mouth

And that is when it started going south

Oh!

Get your hands off my hips, ‘fore I’ll punch you in the lips

Stop your staring at my— Hey!

Take a hint, take a hint

No you can’t buy me a drink, let me tell you what I think

I think you could use a mint

Take a hint, take a hint

La, La, La….

T-take a hint, take a hint

La, La, La….

I guess you still don’t get it, so let’s take it from the top

You asked me what my sign is, and I told you it was Stop

And if I only had a dime for every name that you just dropped

You’d be here and I’d be on a yacht

Oh!

Get your hands off my hips, or I’ll punch you in the lips

Stop your staring at my— Hey!

Take a hint, take a hint

No you can’t buy me a drink, let me tell you what I think

I think you could use a mint

Take a hint, take a hint

La, La, La….

T-take a hint, take a hint

La, La, La….

What about “no” don’t you get

So go and tell your friends

I’m not really interested

It’s about time that you’re leavin’

I’m gonna count to three and



Open my eyes and

You’ll be gone

One.

Get your hands off my—

Two.

Or I’ll punch you in the—

Three.

Stop your staring at my—

Hey!

Take a hint, take a hint

I am not your missing link

Let me tell you what I think

I think you could use a mint

Vic, Liz: Take a hint, take a hint