You’re too touchy feely.
A lot a bit creepy!
I ask you not to, so you wait til I’m drunk.
Still, you carry on you nasty, little punk.
Don’t try to hug me.
I’m not being nasty.
Leave me be, drinking wine.
Then all will be fine.
You’re disturbing, disgusting, I can’t fucking stand you!
Try it again, and your teeth will be few!!!