One Four Seven One

You said it youself — 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 you stuff stays in the bin.