Catapult

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

Turns 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 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 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 blub

And then they chase him down the avenue

Incessently pestering him to let 'em 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