Music : Elliot Brett
I'm on the DLR, on my way to **** a stranger
Know his age, know his height, don't know his name
If I get murdered, I'm sure I'll only have myself to blame
Should be ashamed, all the danger I put myself in in the name of a shag, and a bad one at that
It's a matter of fact, to **** a stranger is rarely a positive act for me
But still I go back 'cause who's keeping track?
My memory lacks until I'm lying wet on my back, ugh
A woman sits across from me, she seems nice
Seems like the kind of woman who would wear a nighty at night
She smiles at me as if to say, "You alright?"
I'm alright, I smile back, as I do, I count the lines 'round her eyes
If she knew where I was going, would she be surprised?
Would she smile then? Or would she look away out of fright?
I think she might, I smile again
The sign lights up, it's time to get off
I've arrived, it's my stop
Romance isn't dead, it's in a coma
Me? I'm just a dog out, tryna get a boner
I don't wanna spend my night alone (No)
So I don't think about how I'll feel when it's over
'Cause honestly, I'll probably feel the same
No miracle, no epiphanies
And disappointment always is the danger
But what did you expect from sex with a stranger?
Oh, the wonders of technology when you're horny
Ordering a man like you'd order a curry
Call me up, babe, I'll be there in a hurry
I'm free delivery and all I really need is you to **** my brains out, but like, literally
Like, get rid of my brains, I don't think they're helping me
Just want some intimacy without the intimacy
But I'm not fussy, honestly I'll take anything to feel sexy
Anything to feel young
Anything that could take my mind off the humdrum
Anything hung age twenty-two to thirty-one
With a brain and a pulse and a bed
And as I'm stepping out of the station, I get hit with this funny feeling
So I send a message to my friend, "Call the police if I don't text by ten"
Then I'm standing there on his doorstep, there's no point in regret
I've come all this way, I'm not going anywhere
'Cause romance isn't dead, it's in a coma
And me? I'm just a dog out, tryna get a boner
I don't wanna spend my night alone
So I don't think about how I'll feel when it's over
'Cause honestly, I'll probably feel the same
No miracle, no epiphanies
And disappointment always is the danger
But what did you expect from sex with a stranger?
'Cause honestly, I'll probably feel the same (Honestly, I'll probably feel the same)
No miracle, no epiphanies (No miracle, no epiphanies, ah-ah-ah-ah)
And disappointment always is the danger
But what did you expect from sex with a stranger?