The Bad Thing Do the bad thing Take off your wedding ring But it won't make it that much easier It might make it worse
The night's like a whirlwind Somebody's girlfriend is talking to me But it's alright, she's saying That he's not gonna slap me Or try to attack me He's not the jealous type And I only need to get half an excuse and I'm away But when there's no excuses that's much easier to say I've been before And all these capers makers to the floor Then to ignore She's talking but I'm not entirely sure
Do the bad thing Take off your wedding ring But it won't make it that much easier It might make it worse
Oh im stood at the bar Somebody's partner is talking to me But I don't that is what she isn't She murmurs things to confirm the tragedy is true And I knew how could she not she could have anyone she wants And I'm struggling to think of an immediate response Like I don't mind Be a big mistake for you to wait And help me waste your time Really, love, it's fine Really, love, it's fine
And the first time, it occurred that there was something to destroy I knew before the invitation that there was this ploy Oh, but she carried on suggesting, I struggled to refuse She said 'It's the red wine this time', but that is no excuse.