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Running off over next doors gardenBefore the hour is doneIt's more a question of feelingThan it is a question of funThe confidence is the balaclavaI'm sure you'll baffle 'em goodWill the ending reek of salty cheeksAnd runny makeup aloneOr will blood run down the faceOf a boy bewildered and scornedAnd you find yourself in a skirmishAnd you wish you'd never been bornAnd you tie yourself to the tracksAnd there isn't no going backAnd it's wrong, wrong, wrongBut we'll do it anyway cause we love a bit of troubleAre you pulling her from a burning buildingOr throwing her to the sharksCan only hope that the endingIs as pleasurable as the startThe confidence is the balaclavaI'm sure you baffle 'em straightAnd its wrong, wrong, wrong, she can hardly waitThat's right, he won't let her out his sightNow the shaggers performAnd the daggers are drawnWho's the crooks in this crime?That's right, he won't let her out his sightNow the shaggers performAnd the daggers are drawnWho's the crooks in thisCrime!That's right, he won't let her out his sightThat's right, he won't let her out his sightThat's right, he won't let her out his sightYou'll be able to post any day of the mostFor the sights of all timeYou knew that it'd be trouble right before the very first kissQuiet and assuming but you heardThat they were the naughtiestShe pleaded with you to take it offBut you resisted and foughtSorry sweetheart, I'd much rather keep on the balaclava
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