Both sides In 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 He'll turn your legs to little building blocks and with his index finger flicks you on your socks
I go high pitched He'll talk and make you 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'
And they would queue up to listen to him pissing and hang around to watch some poor girl blub And then they'd 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
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
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