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, uh oh, ooh I danced the heel off my black boot, the feather out my hat And looked the devil in the eye said there's no turning back Oh, eternal torture, I quite fancy some of that Eternal torture I could fancy some of that I danced the heel off my black boot, the feather out my hat And looked the devil in the eye said there's no turning back Oh sour little sweetie, that looks sweeter than the rest Like my father's thistle my hairs always a mess Darling sweat heart don't stress My heads a mess and don't you know Never into good looks I know the mighty river it started with the babbling brook I stomped my foot - the whole world shook Safely with the knowlegde that this is not a fluke - oh no I danced the heel off my black boot, the feather out my hat And looked the devil in the eye said there's no turning back Oh sour little sweetie, I'm sweeter than the rest Like my father's thistle my hairs always a mess Darling sweat heart don't stress My heads a mess and don't you know And where did all the love go Where did all the love go Where did all the love go Where did all the love go And where did all the love go Repeats Oh sour little sweetie, that looks sweeter than the rest Like my father's thistle my hairs always a mess Darling sweat heart don't stress My heads a mess and don't you know
