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 us too good for her to ignore

See, 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, a sudden disheartener

Somebody's partner's talking 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 struggling to think of an immediate response

Like, "I don't mind, it'd be a big mistake for you to wait

And let me waste your time

Really, love, it's fine"

I 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 suggesting, a struggle to refuse

She said, "It's the red wine this time", but that is no excuse