Oh decry
With these two fingers I can show you why
That I'm restricted
When you kiss me so promiscuously
I'll be screaming go Tilly go
Oh delay
Without these shackles I can show the way
To make you obfuscate
And push aside untensills
I'll be screaming go Tilly go
When all this commotion dies down
She'll deliver a subtle solliloquy
Straight to his pillow
Which frowns as she strikes it
With fists that insist
The light of their fridge door
Was always a metaphor
I'm bewildered
So please explain to me right now Mathilda
How all the friction in your diction
Leaves me staring at you
I'm still screaming go Tilly go
I'll decide
With these two fingers I can show you why
Despite my lethargy and mispronunciation
I'll be screaming go Tilly go
When all this commotion dies down
She'll deliver a pointed solliloquy
So full of agony
He'll be embarrassed
And walk on the terrace
Whose slate floor he always found
Seemed like a metaphor
Aaiiiiii.....
P-r-o-m-i-s-e-s
The promises
P-r-o-m-i-s-e-s
(Sick of) the promises