Tenderoni - Kele

Been running with the rude boys

For much too much too long

You think you are one of them

Every time that we kiss

It seems you are holding back

Don’t be so quick to pull away

Away, away, away, away

I know you’re thinking murder

Driving in your father’s car

I will not let you disappear

Not your fault

Not your problem

Not one to apologize

If you want 'tough', I’ll give you 'tough'!

She said she was

More than this

And she would rot the brain in the head

She said she was

More than this

And you would rot the brain in the head