Too Hard To Tell

The dance lights are beaming and the music is howling downtown at the disco tonight.
There's a girl on a barstool with a glint in her eye and a skirt riding oh so high!
Lights glist'ning through her hair, seduction in her eyes and her finger beckoning to me.
But then just as I think that maybe my luck could be in,
Oh I swear I saw her walk in-to the gent's toilets,
Could it be that she stands up to pee?


Oh baby you're the only thing in this whole club, that looks like chancing me,
But I'm sad to admit, that it looks like a case of confused sexuality.
But I gotta find out, I gotta know it for sure, before she makes the taxi call,
I don't wanna wake up after our one night together,
To find her out of bed – dressing from my wardrobe


But it's just too hard to tell, is it he, she or something else?
Oh when the night is over when it's easy to tell, it could be too late.
But it's just too hard to tell, is it man, woman, in between?
Oh when the night is done, and her pants come up, will they be covering something obscene,
Or like the winner, of Miss World two-thousand-six, will she look like a beauty queen?


I'm gonna check her body for those tell-tale signs,
Adams apple, hair, pelvic bulge.
But when she's sweaty and hot, and so clearly man hungry,
Surely she cannot fail to divulge.
I see nothing grow in that place down below,
But it could just be stunted or gone,
Her breasts are not much help, coz be it guy or girl,
Both ways they're likely silicon!


And I know that I'm damned if I can't work it out,
I'm scared what I'll find if I do,
But with every other second we make eye contact,
I feel less at ease with my view!


But if I gotta' be damned, then I don't wanna be damned,
Romping through the night with you,
But if I gotta' be damned, then I don't wanna be damned,
gotta' be damned, then I don't wanna be damned,
gotta' be damned, then I don't wanna be damned,
romping through the night,
romping through the night,
and finding out your name is Stu!


Oh baby you're the only thing in my lifetime that's caused me so much fear,
Coz I never have seen, from a female before, such a talented guzz'ler of beer,
But I've made up my mind, it's just too dodgy to risk,
I gotta get away somehow.
I ain't even gonna bother to finish my drink off,
Heading straight for the door, but she's in pursuit now


Coz it's just too hard to tell, is it he, she or something else?
Oh when the night is over when it's easy to tell, it could be too late.
But it's just too hard to tell, is it man, woman, in between?
Oh when the night is done, and her pants come up, will they be covering something obscene,
Or like the winner, of Miss World two-thousand-six, will she look like a beauty queen?


Oh and I find myself, running up the road,
Faster, than any other boy has ever gone.
Oh and my feet are sore but she's still in sight,
But she ain't gonna catch me now I'm gonna make my escape.
But I can't stop looking behind, and I never see the lamp-post coming "til it's way too late!
And I never see the lamp-post coming "til it's way too late!


Then I'm lying on my front, on a bed, in a strange motel.
My head is spinning and my trousers are round my feet.
Oh and I hope nobody no-where's getting this on film.
And the last, thing I see, is the blind-fold fast'ning,
Blocking out all my vision, so what is to come
is just too hard to tell


Then I'm lying on my front, on a bed, in a strange motel.
My head is spinning and my trousers are round my feet.
Oh and I hope nobody no-where's getting this on film.
And the last thing I see is the blind-fold fast'ning,
It's fast-ning,
Oh blocking out all my vision, so what is to come

oh is just too hard to tell

it's just too hard to tell

it's just too hard to tell

IT'S JUST TOO HARD TO TELL