The office party was fine   Quite fun till quarter past nine   Then you came to   And things got right out of hand   All eyes and arms and mouth and   So close, oh gross      Your boss comes up   Thinks we're getting on fine   I'm seeing red now   I wanna leave   But your face is in mine   You're thinking bed now      Pass the bottom stair   And I'll become your worst nightmare   I am much too good for you   You sicken me with your belief   That I must want it underneath   Don't think you're coming in for more      Too late for public transport   And taxis I can't afford   Uh-oh, lift home   Your in-car CD player   Is blaring out Liz Phair   Blow Queen: obscene      Your driving's bad   All that lager you've had   I'm getting scared now   What a relief   See the end of my street   But you're thinking bed now      Pass the bottom stair   And I'll become your worst nightmare   I am much too good for you   You sicken me with your belief   That I must want it underneath   Don't think you're coming in for more      I warn you, pass the bottom stair   And I'll become your worst nightmare   I am much too good for you   You sicken me with your belief   That I must want it underneath   Don't think you're coming in for more