Bad Books (Whipping Boy)

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