And darling it's you, takes him for a fool
And she has no clue what she put him through
It's too late to be afraid

So pull the trigger, you make the move
You lean in and kiss her, she wants you to
But he knows she's too fickle

Your [bad word] colours have shown,
It's too late your cover's blown
And there's nowhere to hide now, he's too clever
You're there red-handed and yet
Say you're not to blame
Well whose fault is it anyway?

The flame he couldn't hide,
Was smothered in the night
And she could of kept it lit if she tried
Your shoes are worn, but he walks on

Your [bad word] colours have shown,
It's too late your cover's blown
And there's nowhere to hide now, he's too clever
You're there red-handed and yet
Say you're not to blame
Well whose fault is it anyway?

So take a chance, regain what you've lost
At my expense; I'm not fooled twice

Your [bad word] colours have shown,
It's too late your cover's blown
And there's nowhere to hide now, he's too clever
You're there red-handed and yet
Say you're not to blame
Well whose fault is it anyway?