Balaclava

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.