Boxing Day

A bunch of things that we've already said There's too much going on inside your head As our clothes fall to the floor It's all shit that we have done before If only you weren't so predictable I'm black and blue But I've got this swelling under control Before you explode (This won't end well) A little bit of sugar makes the medicine taste sweeter So don't explode Because I'll never get the satisfaction if you let me win This reminds me of when we first met A night out that I never won't forget You said, "Why should I waste my time?" And I have been denied If only you weren't so unpredictable I'm black, you're blue But we've got this swelling under control Before you explode (This won't end well) A little bit of sugar makes the medicine taste sweeter So don't explode Because I'll never get the satisfaction if you let me win Where are my manners, let me take off your dress There's nothing on your body that I wouldn't caress Let's be polite, let me turn on the lights There's no use fumbling around when you're in your dressing gown Cos you'd do it yourself if I wasn't such a gentleman Cos you'd do it yourself if I wasn't such a gentleman you'd do it yourself if I wasn't such a gentleman Cos you'd do it yourself if I wasn't such a gentleman Don't look now Im staring down your dressing gown Don't be so proud It's nothing I haven't seen before