Balaclava

Running off over next doors garden before the hour is done It's moer a question of feeling than it is a question of fun The confidence is the balaclava I'm sure you'll baffle them good Will the ending wreak of salty cheeks and runny make up alone or will blood run down the face of a boy bewildered and scorned? Will you find yourself in a skirmish, will you wish you'd never been born? Tired yourselves to the tracks and there isn't no going back and it's wrong wrong wrong but we'll do it anyway because 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 I'm sure you'll baffle them straight It's wrong wrong wrong and 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 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 Will you be able to boast that this day held the most flawless heist of all time You knew that it would be troble eight before the very first kiss Quiet and unassming but you heard that they were the naughtiest She pleaded with you to take it off but you resisted and thought 'Sorry sweetheart I'd much rather, keep on the balaclava'