Тональность

 
Bm               F#m 
Running off over next doors garden 
  D                Bm 
Before the hour is done 
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It's more a question of feeling 
        D                F#m 
Than it is a question of fun 
    Bm                F#m 
The confidence is the balaclava 
    D                      Bm 
I'm sure you'll baffle 'em good 
         Bm             F#m 
Will the ending reek of salty cheeks 
    D             F#m 
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 
And you wish you'd never been born 
And 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 as pleasurable as the start 
The confidence is the balaclava, i'm sure you baffle 'em straight 
And its wrong wrong wrong, she can hardly wait 
 
Bm                                F#m 
That's right, he won't let her out his sight 
                   Bm 
Now the shaggers perform 
                    F#m 
And the daggers are drawn 
                     Bm 
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! 
 
That's right, he wont let her out his sight 
That's right, he wont let her out his sight 
That's right, he wont let her out his sight 
 
You'll be able to post any day of the most 
For the sights of all time 
 
You knew that it'd be trouble right before the very first kiss 
Quiet and assuming but you heard that they were the naughtiest 
She pleaded with you to take it off 
But you resisted and fought 
Sorry sweetheart, I'd much rather keep on the balaclava.