Lyrics Balaclava

running off over next doors garden
before the hour is done
its more a question of feeling
than it is a question of fun
the confidence is the balaclava
im sure youll baffle em good
but the end will wreek of salty cheeks
and runny makeup alone

ooohh will blood run down her 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 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
now 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

youll be able to post any day of the most
for the sights of all time

you knew that he'd be trouble right before the very first kiss
......
she asked you to take it off
but you resisted and faught
sorry sweetheart, please no drama, keep on the balaclava.