"Why am I always hit on by the boys I never like? I can always see 'em coming from the left and from the right I don't wanna be a priss, I'm just tryna be polite But it always seems to bite me in the Asked me for my number Yeah, you put me on the spot You think that we should hook up But I think that we should not You had me at hello Then you opened up your mouth And that is when it started going south, oh! Get your hands off my hips 'Fore I'll punch you in the lips Stop your staring at my (hey!) Take a hint, take a hint" In which the surgeons of Grey's Anatomy & the people of Beacon Hills watch the surgeons lives.