One Four Seven One

You said it yourself
You can't help but flirt
And I'd be the first to admit
That I'm easily hurt

I can't take things lightly
You said I'm always in a huff
I know it was just the once
But what if that's enough?

Just shut the fuck up
And tell me bit by bit
'Cause all I can see
Is his hand grabbing a tit

I do one four seven one
The minute I get in
And if your number's not there
Your stuff stays in the bin