Mike Crossey - Balaclava lyrics

Running off over the next door's garden Before the hour is done It's more a question of feeling Than it is a question 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 Or will blood run down the face Of a boy bewildered and scorned And you'll find yourself in a skirmish Where you wish you'd never been born You tie yourself to the tracks There isn't no going back It's wrong, wrong, wrong But we'll 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 I'm sure you baffle 'em straight It's 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 won't let her out his sight You'll be able to boast That today held the most Flawless heist of all time You knew that it'd be trouble right before the very first kiss Quiet and a**uming but you heard that they were the naughtiest She pleaded with you to take it off But you resisted and fought Sorry sweetheart, I'd much rather Keep on the balaclava