Sat on a table
Minding his business
Then look who comes along
Marie from reception
Is posing the question
Of drinks til' someone comes
And he tells her

The way that you talk makes me feel so uncomfortable
I dance alone, in the fear that you'll feed me more
Pornstar Martini's with a side of more alcohol
If drinking's a sport, Olympics is where you'll go

Oh, its all okay
I've got no game
So let's just focus
On sex instead
Oh, its all okay
I've got no game
So let's just focus
On this slow pace

She sits at the table
Talking to him
Whilst he just sits and nods
They sleep together
Even though he's telling her
It won't lead to more
And he says

The way that you talk makes me feel so uncomfortable
I dance alone, in the fear that you'll feed me more
Pornstar Martini's with a side of more alcohol
If drinking's a sport, Olympics is where you'll go

Oh, it's all okay
I've got no game
So let's just focus
On sex instead
Oh, it's all okay
I've got no game
So let's just focus
On this slow pace
Oh, it's all okay
I've got no game
So let's just focus
On sex instead
Oh, it's all okay
I've got no game
So let's just focus
On this slow pace