Bad Education

Oh, pretty boy You found it hard to really find out what felt right You wanna be a pretty girl, you hunt at night The streets, your urgency to bleed You bruised up both your knees While rifling through women's jeans 'Cause the attraction's always high Sparkle in the sparkle fire The grittiest of grimes, your clothes are ruined You're running in the wild, almost carrying a child You got your kite so high, I think you flew it I know it, I think you knew it Now it's all bad education Feeling fine, I'm feeling patient Girls and boys and full frustration St. valentine, I think I taste it Tugging at the seat belt I'm jumping out the saddle I'm shuffling my feet around I'm kneeling at the steeple Will my heart teeter, tatter? Iâ??m a believer, I'm solid matter Oh, pretty girl You turned it on, you turned it out, it all felt off That's how it is, that's how it was You searched it all so well, underwater in a well You smeared on cool lips while checking off a checked off list The situation's never kind, feathering a dance-hall stride You're playing with the craziest locomotive You broke your fingers in the climb Scuffed the ball, you're pretty shy You've got your air so thin I think you blew it, did I blow it? You fell into it Now it's all bad education Feeling fine, I'm feeling patient Girls and boys and full frustration St. valentine, I think I taste it Tugging at the seat belt I'm jumping out the saddle I'm shuffling my feet around I'm kneeling at the steeple Will my heart teeter, tatter? I'm a believer, I'm solid matter Hey, I think I faked it, oh did I fake it? Oh boy, you look so good Oh, when you fake it Hey, I think I made it, oh did I make it? You tried so hard, boy, you better make it I think I'll take it, oh, should I take it? Oh, pretty girl, I don't think you can take it I think I hate it, oh, do I hate it? I taste it, I taste it Now it's all bad education Feeling fine, I'm feeling patient Girls and boys and full frustration St. valentine, I think I taste it Tugging at the seat belt I'm jumping out the saddle I'm shuffling my feet around I'm kneeling at the steeple I'm tugging at the seat belt I'm jumping out the saddle I'm shuffling my feet around I'm kneeling at the steeple I hope you feel it in your hands I hope you feel it in your hands I hope you feel it in your hands --- Bad Education - Tilly and the Wall