Do the bad thing, Take off your wedding ring, But it wont make it that much easier, it might make it worse,
Oh the nights like a whirlwind, Somebody's girlfriend's talkin' to me but its alright, She's sayin that hes not gonna slap me یا try to attack me, Hes not the jealous type, And I only need to get half an excuse and im away, But when theres no excuses thats much easier to say, I've been before, And all these capers make her too آگے to ignore, Well She's talkin but im not entirely sure, ohh
Do the bad thing, Take off your wedding ring, But it wont make it that much easier, it might make it worse,...
I'm going back to 505, If its a 7 گھنٹہ flight یا a 45 منٹ drive, In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side, With your hands between your thighs,
Stop and wait a sec, Oh when آپ look at me like that my darling, What did آپ expect, I probably still adore آپ with آپ hand around my neck, Or I did last time I checked,
Not shy of a spark, A چھری twists at the thought that I should fall short of the mark, Frightened سے طرف کی the bite though its no harsher than the bark, Middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start,
I'm going back to 505, If its a 7 گھنٹہ flight یا a 45 منٹ drive, In my imagination...
If آپ were there, beware The serpent soul pinchers Three hundred and fifty no thank yous and nobody flinches Go on girl go on, give us something gruesome We require your grief, the thugs help the thieves As they're trying to rob the words from her gob and Take the ذریعہ of the innocents
If آپ were there, beware The serpent soul pinchers Can't آپ sense she was never meant To fill column inches And you've had enough, what you're trying to dig up Isn't there to be dug, the thieves help the thugs As they're trying beat the good grace of a sweetheart
Running off over اگلے doors garden Before the گھنٹہ is done It's مزید a سوال of feeling Than it is a سوال of fun The confidence is the balaclava I'm sure you'll 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 you'll find yourself in a skirmish And آپ wish you'd never been born And آپ tie yourself to the tracks And there isn't no going back And it's wrong wrong wrong But we'll do it anyway cause we love a bit of trouble
Are آپ pulling her from a burning building Or throwing her to the sharks Can only hope...