Bad Books

You don't believe me when I say nothin's wrong

Feb up explaining now it's time to move on

I'm tired and I'm weary and our love is weary

We're together for what? For the sake of a song…

Two years have passed and already I'm a goner

Sufferin' from flatulence my guts have done a runner

Livin' out our fantasies for the best part of summer

We stay not in love but in the bosom of each other

I'm in your bad books

Those hard black bag books

I'm in the back books

Doing everything wrong

Started almost (amongst) lost in daydreams their dreams

(daydreams?) (dead dreams?)

Roll into town on a Friday not fever

Livin' on the dancefloor like two horny outlaws

Jumped in a taxi and sped off at one

There was no need for puddin', no cheap words o'

bloodin'

It was like we were both on a radio wave

I never expected to be so connected

Never expect nothin' at all

I'm in your bad books

Those hard black bag books

I'm in the back books

Lookin' for loose change

Promises, promises a penny for your promises, promises

Promises, promises a penny for your promises, promises

Now I'm half way there it's somewhere in between (Bad

books, I'm in your bad books)

(licking) ashes O'Leary and the scream of being (Behan)

(Bad books, I'm in your bad books)

So go ahead honey put some sugar in my bowl (Bad books,

I'm in your bad books)

I've got the severed torn muse sippin' at my soul

Sippin' at my soul, slippin' in and out of my soul