| Song | Pulled |
| Artist | Arab Strap |
| Album | Cherubs |
| I was trying to sleep | |
| But my heart rate wasn't fooled | |
| It was at least the back of four when you phoned | |
| To tell me that you'd pulled | |
| You met him in a club and he's nice | |
| You hope he doesn't think you're slack | |
| But he's waiting in the next room | |
| And you think you'd better get back | |
| I'm trying to sleep | |
| But I'm staring and I'm thinking | |
| And my bed's fucking huge | |
| And you and him are drinking | |
| I'm glad that I'm going | |
| That I'll soon be away | |
| I wish you'd just ask her | |
| 'Cause it's not something I can say |