text: Both sides
  In softly came the growl from both sides
  And if his whisper splits the mist
  Just think of what hes 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
  Hell 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
  Its the same stone
  His heart was cut out of the same stone
  That they used to carve his jaw
  Its 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
  Hell extinguish any chance of escape
  When he slaps you on your arse or kisses your nape
  And hes leaving without saying bye
  And you will queue up to listen to him pissing
  And hang around to watch some poor girl blub
  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 Ive seen him talking to your lady friend
  Theres a dust track waiting for betrayal
  Where hell 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