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
Im sure youll baffle em good

With the ending wreek of salty cheeks
And runny makeup alone


Ooohh will blood run down the face
Of a boy bewildered and scorned
And youll find yourself in a skirmish

And you wish you'd never been born
And 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 the ending is a pleasurable as the start

The confidence is the balaclava, im 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

Whos the crooks in this crime?

Thats right, he wont let her out his sight

How the shaggers perform
And the daggers are drawn
Whos 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
??
She asked you to take it off

But you resisted and fought
Sorry sweet, but I'd much rather, keep on the balaclava.