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 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 make her too forward to ignore,
I say,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,I'm stood and disarmed
as somebody's partner's talking to me but I don't know
that is what she isn't,she murmors things to confirm
that 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 let me waste your time...
Really love is fine,I said really love is fine...

And then the first time it occured that there was something to destroy,
I knew before the invitation that there was this ploy.
Oh,but she carried on suggesting,
I struggle to refuse.
She says:It's the red wine this time,but that is no excuse...