The confidence is the balaclava
And it's wrong, wrong, wrong
Will the ending reek of salty cheeks
Is as pleasurable as the start
Right before the very first kiss
But well do it anyway cause we love a bit of trouble
That they were the naughtiest
Are you pulling her from a burning building
Sorry sweetheart,
I'd much rather keep on the balaclava
Who's the crooks in this crime?
The confidence is the balaclava
That's right, he won't let her out his sight
That's right, he won't let her out his sight
You'll be able to post any day of the most
Quiet and assuming but you were
And you'll find yourself in a skirmish
Of a boy bewildered and scorned
That's right, he won't let her out his sight
Who's the crooks in this crime?
Now the shaggers perform
And the daggers are drawn
Or will blood run down the face
She can hardly wait
You knew that it'd be trouble

And the daggers are drawn

Or throwing her to the sharks?
But you resisted and fought
She pleaded with you to take it off
And you wish you'd never been born
And runny makeup alone?

I'm sure you'll baffle 'em straight
Than it is a question of fun
That's right, he won't let her out his sight
And its wrong, wrong, wrong
And you tie yourself to the tracks
I'm sure you'll baffle 'em good
It's more a question of feeling

Can only hope that the ending
For the sights of all time
That's right, he won't let her out his sight
Now the shaggers perform
And there isn't no going back