Catapult
Both sides, in softly came the growl from both sidesAnd if his whisper splits the mist, just think of what he's capable of with his kissNice try, you cannot turn away but nice tryHe'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 your voice sound high pitchedDread to think if he got you on your own, and whispered in your ear in that baritoneIt's the same stone, his heart was cut out of the same stoneThat they use to carve his jaw, its impossible not to feel inferior
And he could catapult you back to your daddy or into any hissing miseryAnd he will tell you how the day after a triumph feels as hollow after the day of tragedyHe'll extinguish any chance of escape when he slaps you on your arse or kisses your napeAnd he's leaving without saying bye
And they would queue up to listen to him pissin'And hang around to watch some poor girl blubAnd then they'd chase him down the avenue incessantly pestering him to let 'em join the clubHe knows how to put a cork in the fuss and just how to shut up the charming ones of usAnd I've seen him talking to your lady friend
There's a dust track waiting for betrayalWhere he'll teach you all the bits they've missed
Nice try, you cannot turn away but nice tryNice try, you cannot turn away but nice tryNice try, you cannot turn away but nice tryNice try, you cannot turn away but nice tryYou cannot turn away