Catapult

Both sides
 And softly came the growl from both sides
 And if his whisper splits the mist
 Just think of what he's capable of with his kiss
 Nice try
 You cannot turn away, but nice try
 Turned your legs to little building blocks
 And with his index finger, flicks you on your socks
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 I go high pitched
 He'll talk and make your voice sound high pitched
 Dread to think if he got you on your own
 And whispered in your ear in that baritone
 It's the same stone
 His heart was cut out of the same stone
 That they used to carve his jaw
 It's impossible not to feel inferior
 And he could catapult you back to your daddy
 Or into any hissing misery
 And he will tell you how the day after a triumph is as hollow
 As the day after a tragedy
 He'll extinguish any chance of escape
 When he slaps you on your arse or kisses your nape
 And he's leaving without saying 'Bye'
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 And you would queue up to listen to him pissing
 And hang around to watch some poor girl bluff
 And then they chase him down the avenue
 Incessantly pestering him to let him join the club
 He knows how to put a cork in the fuss
 And just how to shut up the charming ones of us
 And I've seen him talking to your lady friend
 There's a dust track waiting for betrayal
 Where he'll teach you all the bits they missed
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 Nice try
 You cannot turn away, but nice try
 Nice try
 You cannot turn away, but nice try
 Nice try
 You cannot turn away, but nice try
 Nice try
 You cannot turn away, but nice try
 You cannot turn away