Do the bad thing, Take off your wedding ring, But it wont make it that much easier, it might make it worse,
Oh the nights like a whirlwind, Somebody's girlfriend's talkin' to me but its alright, She's sayin that hes not gonna slap me au try to attack me, Hes not the jealous type, And I only need to get half an excuse and im away, But when theres no excuses thats much easier to say, I've been before, And all these capers make her too mbele to ignore,
If wewe were there, beware The serpent soul pinchers Three hundred and fifty no thank yous and nobody flinches Go on girl go on, give us something gruesome We require your grief, the thugs help the thieves As they're trying to rob the words from her gob and Take the chanzo of the innocents
If wewe were there, beware The serpent soul pinchers Can't wewe sense she was never meant To fill column inches And you've had enough, what you're trying to dig up
This house is a circus, berserk as fuck We tend to see that as a perk though. Look What it's done to your Marafiki their memories are pretend And the last thing they want is for the feeling to end This house is a circus, berserk as fuck We tend to see that as a perk though. Look What it's done to your Marafiki their memories are pretend And the last thing they want is for the feeling to end
Well, the morning was complete. There was tears on the steering wheel dripping on the seat, Several hours au several weeks, I'd have the cheek to say they're equally as bleak!
It's the beginning of the end, the car went up the hill, And disappeared around the bend, ask anyone they'll tell wewe that. It's these times that it tends, The start to breaking up, to start to fall apart Oh! hold on to your heart.
In a foreign place, the saving grace was the feeling, That it was a moyo that he was stealing, Oh he was ready to impress and the fierce excitement, The eyes are bright he couldnt wait to get away, I bet the juliet was just the icing on the cake, Make no mistake no,
And even if somehow we could have shown wewe the place wewe wanted,
Well I'm sure wewe could have made it that bit better on your own, And I bet she told a million people that she'd stay in touch,
wewe used to get it in your fishnets Now wewe only get it in your night dress Discarded all the naughty nights for niceness Landed in a very common crisis Everything's in order in a black hole Nothing seems as pretty as the past though That Bloody Mary's lacking a Tabasco Remember when he used to be a rascal?
Oh that boy's a slag The best wewe ever had The best wewe ever had Is just a memory and those dreams Not as daft as they seem
Running off over inayofuata doors garden Before the saa is done It's zaidi a swali of feeling Than it is a swali 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
au will blood run down the face Of a boy bewildered and scorned And you'll find yourself in a skirmish And wewe wish you'd never been born And wewe tie yourself to the tracks