First of all, dude, I don’t know you. I don’t remember your name since my mate introduced us three hours ago. I don’t need it.
I didn’t know she was your girl. I wouldn’t have cared either way. It’s a nightclub. There’s dancing. So I’m dancing. And she’s dancing back. She seems to like it. In fact, now that I have my hand on her ass, she’s enjoying it even more.
So don’t give me shit just cos I have a handle on your girl. You need to get a handle on your girl. Don’t make your problems mine.
Cos I can tell, and she can tell, and you can tell, that she wants to go home with me tonight.