The Bad Thing

Do the bad thing, Take off your wedding ring But it won't make it, that much easier It might make it worse The nights like a whirlwind, somebody's girlfriend is talking to me, But it's alright, she saying that he's not gonna slap me or try to attack me he's not the jealous type I only need to half an excuse and I'm away, But when there's no excuses that's much easier to say, I've been before, but all these capers make us too hard for her to ignore She's talking but I'm not entirely sure Do the bad thing, Take off your wedding ring But it won't make it, that much easier It might make it worse A sudden disheartener somebody's partner's talking to me, But I don't know that is what she is and she murmurs things to confirm that the tragedy is true And I knew how could she not, she could have anyone she wants And I'm struggling to think of an immediate response. Like I don't mind, be a big mistake, for you to wait and have me waste your time, Really love it's fine. Really love it's fine. And then the third time it occurred that there was something to destroy, I knew before the invitation that there was this boy, Oh but she carried on suggesting a struggle to refuse She said It was the red wine this time but that is no excuse