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 Oh the night's like a whirlwind Somebody's girlfriend's talkin' to me but its alright She's sayin' 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 too good for her to ignore Well she's talkin' 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 I'm stood at the bar and somebody's partner's talkin' to me But I don't know that is what she isn't She murmurs things to confirm that the tragedy is true And I knew how could she not she could have anyone she wants And I'm strugglin' to think of an immediate response, like, "I don't mind Be a big mistake for you to wait And let me waste your time Really love it's fine Said, really love it's fine" And then 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 suggestin', I struggled to refuse, She said "It's the red wine this time, but that is no excuse"