Lyrics:

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

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She Asked You To Take It Off

But You Resisted And Fought

Sorry Sweet, Please No Drama (?), Keep On The Balaclava.