Tell us what we did wrong, then you can blame us for it
With this blow and vicious gun
Turn the clamp on our thumbs so we're down about it
No, we don't want to hear the sound of a draw
And although pratfalls can be fun, encores can be fatal
It's not all that bad, are we not having fun?
Not shy and fatal, not shy and fatal
No, we don't want to hear the sound of a draw
How about some credit now
Held our breath for too long till we're half sick about it
Wait just a second now
We have wrought upon ourselves and others
You know the kind of sign you hang on a door
Credit is due for the damage that was done
And we don't want to hear the signs that you bore
Tell us what we did wrong and you can blame us
Where the mascara always runs
So be careful when you're done you're bound to get post natal
Yeah, don't you think we might have heard all that before
Thank God it's fatal, thank God it's fatal, not shy
Saying, "We'll be back, we're a crack"
And tell us all about it, we're so in doubt about it
And then I hear you say
Not shy and fatal, not shy and fatal, thank God
Thank God it's fatal, thank God it's fatal, not shy
Wait, did I just hear you say
Now don't you think we might have heard all that before
You make your mountains of handkerchiefs
Born host to a tongue so sing a song about it
Thank God it's fatal
