Lyrics: Alexandria Hughes/Aaron John Pollock/Spencer Cheyne
Music: Alexandria Hughes/Aaron John Pollock/Spencer Cheyne
Six foot something, swagger in your step, making
Every girl in here wanna be your Juliet
You’re a cool drink of water, real smooth talker
Hottie with body smoking like a cigarette
But every word you say is a dead giveaway
Can’t pull the wool over my eyes
You ain’t a gentleman
And I know better than
To waste my time on your lines and those sweet blue eyes
I ain’t your girlfriend
Don’t care how much you spend
On your fancy booze and your shoes and that suit and your tie
You aint a gentleman
You ain’t a gentleman
Same old story, I know how it goes
You’re nothing but a peacock putting on a show
I see you walking round the room, I can only assume
Every other girl I saw you talking to said no
Every move that you make is a dead giveaway
Only got one thing on your mind
You’re just a 6 dressed up as a 9
You’re never gonna get a dime
I bet that car is a lease
Oh your putting that on credit again?
You’re probably the kind of guy who fake and bakes