Always in the bad books,
It's not how it looks,
born to be a pawn, end up being rooks,
We weren't given we just took
Good people can end up being crooks
Wooooah ooh! Woooah oh!
I danced the heel off my black boots
The feather out my hat
Looked the devil in the eye
said there's no turning back
Eternal torture, I quite fancy some of that
Eternal torture, I quite fancy some of that
Sour little sweetie, so much sweeter than the rest.
Like my father pissed, my hairs always a mess.
So, darling , sweetheart, don't stress.
My heads a mess and don't you know
Never into good looks
And so before you have to go
Can you tell me yes or no?
Where did all the love go?
Where did all the love go?
Oh Sour little sweetie, rather sweeter than the rest,