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 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' 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 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
THIS IS AMAZING HOLY FCK THANK U
HOLY SHIT, this is how it was meant to sound. loved it.
THIS IS AMAZING THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS
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
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'
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
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