A designer top and skinny jeans should make him stand out
Musky perfume and hair gel puts her in some doubt
She says he's giving off that starving artist smell
Another iffy Friday in a nutshell
It's raining bullets round the corner
It's raining lemons, ice and vodka
But he don't care
It's raining bullets round the corner
It's raining lemons, ice and vodka
She said i'll see you never or whenever, one of the two
When life gives him lemons he f*cks them up and gives them back
But there aren't many lemons he's ever had
Hairs stand up and knees begin to jerk
At the sense of sticky shoes and reptilian smirks
It's raining bullets round the corner
It's raining lemons, ice and vodka
But he don't care
It's raining bullets round the corner
It's raining lemons, ice and vodka
She said i'll see you never or whenever, one of the two