What.

"What??"

Sans says that with a practically forced incredulity, like he's acting surprised. Pfft. PFFT, he says.

"What, a song about staring at somebody in a bar and hoping you don't fall in love with her? Yeah, she'd be real charmed. What makes you think I got one, anyway?"

I mean, the 'she' kind of gives it away. Because he does. And she's here too. whOOPS.