Running off over next door's garden before the hour is done
It's more a question of feeling than it's a question of fun
The confidence is the balaclava, I'm sure you'll baffle 'em good
With the ending reek of salty cheeks and running makeup alone
Will blood run down the face of a boy bewildered and scorned?
Will you find yourself in a skirmish? will you wish you'd never been born?
You 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 you pulling her from a burning building or throwing her to the sharks?
You can only hope the ending is as pleasurable as the start
The confidence is the balaclava, I'm sure you'll baffle 'em straight
And it's 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 won't let her out his sight
That's right, he won't let her out his sight
That's right, he won't let her out his sight
Will you be able to boast that this day held the most flawless heist of all times?
You knew that it'd be trouble right before the very first kiss
Quiet and unassuming but you heard that they were the naughtiest
She pleaded with you to take it off but you resisted and thought:
" I'm sorry, sweetheart, I'd much rather keep on the balaclava "
