Bm F#m Running off over next doors garden D Bm Before the hour is done Bm F#m Itʼs more a question of feeling D F#m Than it is a question of fun Bm F#m The confidence is the balaclava D Bm Iʼm sure youʼll baffle ʼem good Bm F#m Will the ending reek of salty cheeks D F#m And runny makeup alone Or will blood run down the face Of a boy bewildered and scorned And youʼll find yourself in a skirmish And you wish youʼd never been born And you tie yourself to the tracks And there isnʼt no going back And itʼs wrong wrong wrong But weʼll 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 that the ending is as pleasurable as the start The confidence is the balaclava, iʼm sure you baffle ʼem straight And its wrong wrong wrong, she can hardly wait Bm F#m Thatʼs right, he wonʼt let her out his sight Bm Now the shaggers perform F#m And the daggers are drawn Bm Whoʼs the crooks in this crime? Thatʼs right, he wonʼt let her out his sight Now the shaggers perform And the daggers are drawn Whoʼs the crooks in this.... Crime! Thatʼs right, he wont let her out his sight Thatʼs right, he wont let her out his sight Thatʼs right, he wont let her out his sight Youʼll be able to post any day of the most For the sights of all time You knew that itʼd 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 Sorry sweetheart, Iʼd much rather keep on the balaclava.
