Running off over next doors garden
Before the hour is done
It's more a question of feeling
Than it is a question of fun
The confidence is the balaclava
I'm sure you'll baffle em good
With the ending
wreek of salty cheeks
And runny makeup alone
Oh will blood run down the face
Of a boy bewildered and scorned
And you'll find yourself
in a skirmish
And you wish you'd never been born
And you tie yourself to the tracks
And there isn't no going back
And its wrong wrong wrong
But well do it anyway
cause we love a bit of trouble
Are you pulling
her from a burning building
Or throwing her to the sharks
Can only hope the
ending is a pleasurable
as the start
The confidence is the balaclava
I'm sure you baffle em straight
And its wrong wrong wrong
she can hardly wait
Thats right
he wont let her out his sight
Now the shaggers perform
And the daggers are drawn
Who's the crooks in this crime
Thats right
he wont let her out his sight
How the shaggers perform
And the daggers are drawn
Who's the crooks is this
Crime
Thats right
he wont let her out his sight
Thats right
he wont let her out his sight
Thats right
he wont let her out his sight
You'll be able to post
any day of the most
For the sights of all time
You knew that he'd
be trouble right
before the very first kiss
Quiet and unassuming
but you knew that
they were the naughtiest
She pleaded with you
to take it off
But you resisted and fought
Sorry sweetheart
I'd much rather
keep on the balaclava