Standing in the bathroom 
Fixing up her hair 
He thought she looked alright 
And she didn't really care 
Cos she had a bofriend 
Who treated her unkindly 
Didn't speak to her nicely 
Was always sort of icy 
Wasn't complimenting 
Always undermining 
And he had made her cry 
And saw

And she was like...uhh...maybe? 
And he was like...uhh...yeah tonight! 

Sippin by the bar 
On his Stella Artois 
Came here after work 
So he could show her 
He wasn't just a loser 
Working with computers 
In an office daily 
Making databases 
Seeing the same faces 
Watching time get wasted 
And he could f**k a girl 
Just as interesting as her 

And she was like...uhh...maybe? 
And he was like...uhh...yeah tonight! 
Uhh...maybe? 
And he was like...uhh....yeah tonight! 

Red light, shadow fight 
In the corner bar 
Spilt a drink 
Stumbled an arisen opportunity 
Goosebumps, feeling lovers heart pumps 
Touching sense, alcohol takes off their edges 

And she was like...uhh...maybe? 
And he was like...uhh...yeah tonight! 
Uhh...maybe? 
And he was like...uhh....yeah tonight!