Balaclava

Running off over 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, and there isn't no going back
 And it's wrong, wrong, wrong, but we'll do it anyway 'cause we love a bit of trouble
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 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'll baffle 'em straight
 And it's wrong, wrong, wrong, but 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?
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 That's right, he won't let her out his sight
 That's right, he won't let her out his sight
 That's right, he won't let her out his sight
 Will you be able to boast of the day of the most flawless heist of all time?
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 You knew that it'd be trouble right before the very first kiss
 Quiet and unassuming, but you heard that they were the naughtiest
 She pleaded with you to take it off, but you resisted and fought
 But sorry, sweetheart, I'd much rather keep on the balaclava