running off over next doors 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   im 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   will you find yourself in a skirmish   will 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      are you pulling her from a burning building   or throwing her to the sharks?   can only hope that the ending is a pleasurable as the start   the confidence is the balaclava, i'm sure you'll baffle em straight   and it's wrong wrong wrong, she can hardly wait      that's right, he won't let her out of 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 of his sight   now the shaggers perform   and the daggers are drawn   who's the crooks is this crime?      that's right, he won't let her out of his sight   that's right, he won't let her out of his sight   that's right, he won't let her out of his sight      you'll be able to post any day of the most   for the sights of all time      you knew that he'd be trouble right before the very first kiss   quiet, unassuming but you heard that they were the naughtiest   she asked you to take it off   but you resisted and faught   sorry sweetheart, ahh, but Trevor, he won the balaclava.