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
یا 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
یا throwing her to the sharks
Can only hope that the ending is as pleasurable as the start
The confidence is the balaclava, i'm sure آپ baffle 'em straight
And its wrong wrong wrong, she can hardly wait
That's right, he won't let her out his sight
Now the shaggers perform
And the daggers are drawn
Who's the crooks in this crime?
That's right, he won't let her out his sight
Now the shaggers perform
And the daggers are drawn
Who's the crooks in this....
Crime!
That's right, he wont let her out his sight
That's right, he wont let her out his sight
That's right, he wont let her out his sight
You'll be able to post any دن of the most
For the sights of all time
آپ knew that it'd be trouble right before the very first kiss
Quiet and assuming but آپ heard that they were the naughtiest
She pleaded with آپ to take it off
But آپ resisted and fought
Sorry sweetheart, I'd much rather keep on the balaclava.
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
یا 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
یا throwing her to the sharks
Can only hope that the ending is as pleasurable as the start
The confidence is the balaclava, i'm sure آپ baffle 'em straight
And its wrong wrong wrong, she can hardly wait
That's right, he won't let her out his sight
Now the shaggers perform
And the daggers are drawn
Who's the crooks in this crime?
That's right, he won't let her out his sight
Now the shaggers perform
And the daggers are drawn
Who's the crooks in this....
Crime!
That's right, he wont let her out his sight
That's right, he wont let her out his sight
That's right, he wont let her out his sight
You'll be able to post any دن of the most
For the sights of all time
آپ knew that it'd be trouble right before the very first kiss
Quiet and assuming but آپ heard that they were the naughtiest
She pleaded with آپ to take it off
But آپ resisted and fought
Sorry sweetheart, I'd much rather keep on the balaclava.
You're just probably alreyt, but under these lights آپ look beautiful
But I'm struggling, I can't see through your fake tan
And آپ know it for a fact that everybody's eating out of your hands
What do آپ know?
آپ know nothing
But I'll still take آپ home
Fancy seeing آپ in here, you're all tarted up and آپ don't look the same
I haven't seen آپ since last سال and surprisingly آپ have forgot my name
But آپ know it and آپ knew it all along
Oh آپ say آپ have forgotten, but you're fibbing go on tell me I'm wrong
I fancy آپ with a passion, you're a Topshop princess, a rockstar too
You're a fad you're a fashion and I'm having a job trying to talk to you
But it's alright, put it all on one-side,
everybody's looking, you've got control of everyone's eyes
Including mine
Back up to their brains to form expressions on there stupid faces
They don't want to say hello
Like I want to say hello
Oh the heartbeats at its peak when you're coming up to speak
And I'm so tense, never tenser
Could all go a bit Frank Spencer?
I'm talking gibberish, tip of the tongue but I can't deliver it
...Properly, oh it's all getting on سب, سب سے اوپر of me
And if it weren't this dark you'd see how red my face has gone
Everybody's trying to crack the jokes and that to make آپ smile
Those that claim that they're not دکھانا off are drowning in denial
They're not half as bad as me say anything and I'll agree
When it comes to acting up, I'm sure I could write the book
And now that you're مزید than a part in the play
It's slightly easier to think what to say
آپ had us all, standing on our heads
Doing our best tricks
Never again, will there be another one that's as desirable as you