Douche - Brett Domino

Well I was hanging out round the back of Aldi

On a Sunday they throw out all the stuff that’s mouldy

Except most of it’s not actually mouldy, it’s edible

I take some of it home, just seems ethical

It’s certainly cheaper than doing a big shop

I say cheaper, it’s free, that’s about the biggest price drop

You’re gonna get, I guess, but I digress

It was about 8pm, more or less

I was checking some bread when I saw her

Bit stale, but it’d be fine with some water

She was leaning on a wall, with a cigarette

Her eyes were smoky, her hair was what you’d call brunette

I plucked up the courage to introduce myself

Can’t remember what I said, it was casual but heartfelt

I took her to Bella Italia

I had antipasti, she had a lasagne

We talked a bit, but she seemed to glaze over

I asked her what was wrong and she said she had to go now

I said, can I see you again?

She just said bye

I pushed her for an answer, and she replied

You’re not my type, you’re too introverted

You don’t stand out in a crowd

You’re not my type, you’re too unassertive

I like my guys to be loud

She just wants a douche

I said, I’m sorry I don’t meet your requirements

I know I’m not ripped like a sexy fireman

But I refuse to believe you’re just attracted to idiots

You’re better than that and in my experience

If you’re attracted to bad boys, then that’s a bad choice

She said, why?

I said

You don’t have to be Sigmund Freud to work it out

Besides, I can be a bad boy

She just laughed & said, not in those corduroys

I said, no, it’s about striking a balance

I can act tough, but without being callous

I’m good at banter;

I’ll just tone it down a bit

I can be sexy, without being a dick

She said, prove it;

get sexy for me

Get sexy for me

I said, OK, on the count of three