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

Out to the point she'll comply

Why leave her on her own
If...

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...