Story About George

Well, I met George at a party in London
I just woke up at his place
The messiest place I ever been
Tall, blonde and brutally honest
I’m so into him
Then I just run
I leave
Three days later
He text me saying
«You shouldn’t have left your business card
Laying around in a strange man bedroom, Carol»
Fuck you, George
Fuck you, George
Fuck you, George
Fuck you, George
Had a second time I met George
But was not at a party in London
Was raining and I just got a text from him
An Sms, classic G
Same messy E1 spot
Close to Xoyo you know?
Mmm, cool place
I got there, running late
He was wearing grey sweatpants
Yeah, great right?
But that time
I was not that much into him
He put some Tim Hecker on his vintage turntable
And tried a polite move
I said
-Well, the music is great
And your sweatpants definitely growth your rate
But the fact is
I’m not that much into you anymore
George
He looked at me very serious
With his big blues eyes and said:
-Fuck You Carol
-Fuck You George