Both sides and softly came the growl from both sides. And if his whisper splits the mist. Just think of what he's capable of with his kiss. Nice try you cannot turn away but nice try. Turns your legs to little building blocks. And with his index finger flicks you on your socks. I go high pitched. He'll talk and make you voice sound high pitched. Dread to think if he got you on your own. And whispered in your ear in that baritone. It's the same stone his heart was cut out of the same stone. That they used to calve his jaw. It's impossible not to feel inferior. And he could catapult you back to your daddy. Or into any hissing misery. And he will tell you how the day after a triumph. Is as hollow as the day after a tragedy. He'll extinguish any chance of escape. When he slaps you on your arse or kisses your nape. And he's leaving without saying bye. And you would queue up to listen to him pissing. And hang around to watch some poor girl blub. And then they chase him down the avenue. Incessently pestering him. To let 'em join the club. He knows how to put a cork in the fuss. And just how to shut up the charming ones of us. And I've seen him talking to your lady friend. There's a dust track waiting for betrayal. Where he'll teach you all the bits they missed. Nice try you cannot turn away but nice try. Nice try you cannot turn away but nice try. Nice try you cannot turn away but nice try. Nice try you cannot turn away but nice try. You cannot turn away