Balaclava

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 youll baffle em good
With the ending wreek of salty cheeks
And runny makeup alone
Ooohh will blood run down the face
Of a boy bewildered and scorned
And you'll 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 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
I'm sure you 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
Whos the crooks in this crime
Thats right  he wont let her out his sight
How the shaggers perform
And the daggers are drawn
Whos the crooks is 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 he'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
"I'm sorry sweetheart  about trouble
Keep on the balaclava"