You been leanin' on her barstool 'bout an hour too long. Knock Off is smoky barroom outlaw country with a walking bassline, brushed drums, honky-tonk piano, and a spoken word drawl serving the coldest rejection ever poured, aimed straight at the married man buying drinks and asking for every slow dance. She ain't drunk enough, ain't never gonna be, so giddy on up, get on down the road, she's unavailable for your jackassery. The chorus is a full stop with a melody, knock it off, darlin', I'm unavailable, ain't playin' your game, you're married, not to mention you ain't my style, and even if you were single, you would never be worth my while. His "she don't understand me" sob story gets nothing but the truth, well, neither do I, and I ain't 'bout to be the reason some good woman cries. Then the bridge delivers the wordplay that names the whole song: a knock-off's just a cheap imitation of the real thing, a flea market Rolex, a dollar store ring, boxed wine in a champagne glass, sweet talk gone sour like month-old rancid milk. Tip your hat, tip your glass, tip on out the door. Written by Pamela Arsena. Pamela Divine on the Pamela Arsena label.
Some call it a knock-off, some call it second-hand, I call it broken in, let me help you understand. You been leanin' on my barstool 'bout an hour too long, Tryin' to buy me drinks, askin' me to dance every slow song. But darlin', I ain't drunk enough, ain't never gonna be, Giddy on up, get on down the road, I'm unavailable for your jackassery. So set down that whiskey, and listen up close, 'Cause I'm servin' up the medicine, and honey, here's your dose Knock it off, Darlin', I'm unavailable, ain't playin' your game, Hell, I ain't even interested, and this is beyond lame. Knock it off, You're married, not to mention you ain't my style, And even if you were single, you would never be worth my while. Knock it off. You said "she don't understand me," well, neither do I, And I ain't 'bout to be the reason some good woman cries. So save your sob story, excuses and used-up lines, Your problems are yours, sugar, they ain't gonna be mine. So tip your hat, tip your glass, tip on out the door, 'Cause you ain't sayin' nothin' I ain't heard a million times before. Knock it off, Darlin', I'm unavailable, ain't playin' your game, Hell, I ain't even interested, and this is beyond lame. Knock it off, You're married, not to mention you ain't my style, And even if you were single, you would never be worth my while. Knock it off. A knock-off's just a cheap imitation of the real thing, Like a flea market Rolex, or a dollar store ring. Boxed wine in a champagne glass, polyester silk, Sweet talk gone sour like month-old rancid milk. So knock it off, I'm unavailable, ain't playin' your game, Hell, I ain't even interested, and this is beyond lame. Knock it off, You're married, not to mention you ain't my style, And even if you were single, you would never be worth my while. Knock it off... Yeah, knock it off.
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