Before the ঘন্টা is done
It's আরো a প্রশ্ন of feeling
Than it is a প্রশ্ন 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
অথবা will blood run down the face
Of a boy bewildered and scorned
And you'll find yourself in a skirmish
And আপনি wish you'd never been born
And আপনি 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 প্রণয় a bit of trouble
Are আপনি pulling her from a burning building
অথবা 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 আপনি 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 wont let her out his sight
That's right, he wont let her out his sight
That's right, he wont let her out his sight
You'll be able to post any দিন of the most
For the sights of all time
আপনি knew that it'd be trouble right before the very first kiss
Quiet and assuming but আপনি heard that they were the naughtiest
She pleaded with আপনি to take it off
But আপনি resisted and fought
Sorry sweetheart, I'd much rather keep on the balaclava.
