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'll 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 calve 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 tear you out 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 [bad word] or kisses your nape
and he's leaving without saying 'Bye'

And you would queue up to listen to him [bad word] and hang around to watch some poor girl blub
and then they chase him down the avenue
incessently pestering him to let you join the club

he knows how to put a cork in the foot
and just how to shut up the charming ones of us
and they'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