Sailor George - Martin's Arm Broke Lyrics

Yuh, oh am I silly, baby?
Oh, am I silly?
I don't need your opinion
Yuh, oh am I silly, baby?
Oh, am I silly?
I don't need your opinion
Everybody's talking who's the rightest in the party
But you gotta understand another fella' yellin' sorry
I don't want to talk about it (Talk about)
Baby, I don't want to talk about it (Talk about it)
Yeah, it was the first time it happened
Never used to Tinder, but I thought I had to dabble
A week, month later, a chick, we'll call, Hannah
Was messaging me up and she wanted a companion
Funny as it is, I was flattered for the minute
She wasn't half too bad to begin with
That was my opinion then, so we connected soon as we could
Got our phones linked and a link was sensational
Innocense aside, I am blind to the women
Blind in a different way, lemme say
I know what I'm digging, I know what is lackin'
Romantic - that's the adjective I could relax in
Soon as I saw her, shit was gonna happen
I knew I had an answer, damn, I'm gonna bang her
But hang on, we gotta head slow
So we know where we gonna bleed on
Yuh, oh am I silly, baby?
Oh, am I silly?
I don't need your opinion
Yuh, oh am I silly, baby?
Oh, am I silly?
I don't need your opinion
Everybody's talking who's the rightest in the party
But you gotta understand another fella' yellin' sorry
I don't want to talk about it (Talk about)
Baby, I don't want to talk about it (Talk about it)
Yo we scored seats at the Can-Can
Hang-man plays while I fill in the canyon
Tell me where you study? Tell me what you know?
Can I trust you with my secrets? Yes or hell no?
I'm sleek, she's a metronome, ticking like a bomb
I'm talkative, she acting like a C-3PO
Heh, you're f*cking kidding me girl
No, you got me measuring hope
And now I wish I could exit, wish that I could go
There's some pizza on her face, what a steep deep slove
Get up on my cell-phone, messaging the pope
I write "When can I leave, man I really dropped the soap"
He calls me, I grin, holy shit, is this a joke?
Stand up from the f*cking table, grab my effin coat
"Where you're going, George?"
I say I gotta bounce, 'cause Martin's arm broke
Yuh, oh am I silly, baby?
Oh, am I silly?
I don't need your opinion
Yuh, oh am I silly, baby?
Oh, am I silly?
I don't need your opinion
Everybody's talking who's the rightest in the party
But you gotta understand another fella' yellin' sorry
I don't want to talk about it (Talk about)
Baby, I don't want to talk about it (Talk about it)