Intro (Phone vibration. Synth pulse.) "He's here." "No... That's an Uber." --- Verse 1 You introduced us Outside the kebab shop. He already knew my name. Which was encouraging... Or concerning. He asked how I'd been. Didn't ask you. You noticed. Immediately. --- Pre-Chorus You looked annoyed. He looked amused. I ordered chips. Everybody won. --- Chorus Your dealer likes me more. I didn't make the rules. He remembers my birthday. Forgets to charge me twice. Your dealer likes me more. Please don't take it personally. It's probably Just good customer service. --- Verse 2 You bought cocaine. I bought chewing gum. Mine lasted longer. He complimented my jacket. Ignored yours completely. You spent twenty minutes Trying to act mysterious. While wearing A glow-stick necklace. It wasn't working. --- Instrumental Break (Punchy synth bass takes over. Guitars slash in rhythmic bursts. Gang vocals chant: "Not my fault! Not my fault!") --- Verse 3 Someone found MDMA In a cigarette packet. Nobody admitted It belonged to them. The bartender rang a bell For absolutely no reason. The entire bar cheered. We joined in. It seemed rude not to. --- Bridge You whispered, "I think he's flirting." I said, "I think he's networking." --- Final Chorus Your dealer likes me more. He's always pleased to see me. You keep acting jealous. It's incredibly flattering. Your dealer likes me more. Let's not make it weird. We'll probably Forget this conversation... By tomorrow afternoon. --- Outro (The beat drops away, leaving only bass and a phone notification.) Text message: "You left your sunglasses." They weren't mine.
