Running off over next doors garden before the hour is done
Its more a question of feeling than it is a question of fun
The confidence is the balaclava, Im sure youll baffle em good
Will the ending reek of salty cheeks and runny makeup alone?
Or will blood run down the face of a boy bewildered and scorned?
And youll find yourself in a skirmish where you wish youd never been born?
You tie yourself to the tracks and there isnt 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 that the ending is as pleasurable as the start
The confidence is the balaclava, Im sure youll baffle em straight
And its wrong, wrong, wrong, but she can hardly wait
Thats right, he wont let her out his sight
Now the shaggers perform and the daggers are drawn
Whos the crooks in this crime?
Thats right, he wont let her out his sight
Now the shaggers perform and the daggers are drawn
Whos the crooks in 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
Well, youll be able to boast of the day of the most flawless heist of all time
You knew that itd be trouble right before the very first kiss
Quiet and unassuming, but you heard that they were the naughtiest
She pleaded with you to take it off but you resisted and fought
But sorry, sweetheart, Id much rather keep on the balaclava