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
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 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 that 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 it'd be trouble right before the very first kiss
Quiet and assuming but you were that they were the naughtiest
She pleaded with you to take it off
But you resisted and fought
Sorry sweetheart, i would rather keep on the balaclava.
by Aleix作者: 洋喊 时间: 2009-7-7 16:48:10