Christian Powlesland - The Ordeal Lyrics

I must admit I don't like being here
It makes me nervous
I like your hair though

I'm not the kind of person to share their soul
At any opportunity
I'd rather be sat at home, even if I'm alone

If we give this a go and you expect me to smile
Wait a while, darling that's not how it's gonna go
You give me an inch and I'll run a mile
That's just my kind of style
And hell I know it's not ideal
Sorry for the ordeal
I guess I'm just a raw deal

Usually by this time in the evening
I've watched them walking out the door
You're still here though

I really like your name, is it foreign
I really like your perfume, is it new
Girl, you're confusing me
It's not normally like this

So if we're giving this a go and you expect me to smile
Wait a while, darling I don't know how this will go
If you're giving me an inch I'll probably run a mile
Usually my kind of style
And hell I know it's not ideal
Sorry for the ordeal
I've always been a raw deal

Well I've tried this thing more than once or twice
And I wasn't gonna come tonight
But looking at you by my side
You've helped me now to realise
I'm glad that I did

So let's give this a go and you'll see me smile
If you wait a while, darling that's how I hope it'll go
So you give me an inch and I'll give you a mile
Darling you're worth the while
And I can't believe it's real
It's normally an ordeal
I'm tired of the raw deal