Balaclava

Running off over next door's 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 wreak of salty cheeks and runny makeup alone?

Or will blood run down the face

Of a boy bewildered and scorned?

And you'll find yourself in a skirmish

Where 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'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 is this

Crime?

That's right, he won't let her out his sight

That's right, he wont let her out his sight

That's right, he won't let her out his sight

Well, you'll be able to boast of the day

Of the most flawless heist of all time

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 fought

I'm sorry, sweetheart, I'd much rather keep on the balaclava