Embryonic in my mind.
He's my funny valentine.
One, two, three, four, five, six, ten.
Hold your breath and start again.
Pretty boy from Luxembourg.
He likes men, from what I've heard.
He's my girl, he's my unrequited world.
And I break the pact, and I crouch and double.
And it makes no sense, 'cause that boy is trouble.
Breakin' it down, he'd never fall for me.
And I break the pact, and I crouch and double.
And it makes no sense, 'cause that boy is trouble.
spinnin' me round, he'd never fall for me.
Kind of boy who combs his hair.
Takes photographs of underwear.
Comes across all shy and coy.
Just another nancy boy.
He's a man and I'm a child.
When he's free, I'm running wild.
Make no sound when you hear that he's around.
And I break the pact, and I crouch and double.
And it makes no sense, 'cause that boy is trouble.
Breakin' it down, he'd never fall for me.
And I break the pact, and I crouch and double.
And it makes no sense, 'cause that boy is trouble.
spinnin' me round, he'd never fall for me.
Always has a cigarette.
Yet no time for ettiquette.
Je t'adore, mon reson detre.
Baby, you've seen nothing yet.
I guess it could just be the pills.
They can save, but they can kill.
It's in the water, I guess, I guess, I guess I ought 'ta;
And I break the pact, and I crouch and double.
And it makes no sense, 'cause that boy is trouble.
Breakin' it down, he'd never fall for me.
And I break the pact, and I crouch and double.
And it makes no sense, 'cause that boy is trouble.
spinnin' me round, he'd never fall for me.
And I break the pact, and I crouch and double.
And it makes no sense, 'cause that boy is trouble.
Breakin' it down, he'd never fall for me.
And I break the pact, and I crouch and double.
And it makes no sense, 'cause that boy is trouble.
spinnin' me round, he'd never fall for me.
And also, please excuse near the end where I lose the chords, then shout and scream and hiccup, then lose the chords a bit more.