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
And there isn't no going back
And it's wrong wrong wrong
But we'll do it anyway cause we upendo a bit of trouble
Are wewe pulling her from a burning building
au 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 wewe 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 siku of the most
For the sights of all time
wewe knew that it'd be trouble right before the very first kiss
Quiet and assuming but wewe heard that they were the naughtiest
She pleaded with wewe to take it off
But wewe resisted and fought
Sorry sweetheart, I'd much rather keep on the balaclava.
