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. 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 find yourself in a skirmish. And you wish you'd never been born. And 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. Can only hope that the ending. Is as pleasurable as the start. The confidence is the balaclava. I'm sure you 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 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. 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 heard. That they were the naughtiest. She pleaded with you to take it off. But you resisted and fought. Sorry sweetheart I'd much rather keep on the balaclava