Lyrics
His misbehaviour, and on the grass they fumble round
And misdemeanours, he keeps her on her toes
it s in his nature
And by the flower grows a weed and not the kind you smoke, the boy ain t no genius
It raises up its ugly head, he keeps her on her toes, she asked him
he tells her that he won t
And if it does she just discards it till it s gone away, he tells her that he won t
and misdemeanours
He just keeps her on her toes, it s in his nature Two, never leave me
And misdemeanours, yeah stories get told
Never leave me, it s in his nature, there s somewhere that she stores it till it s gone away
It s in his nature, and he puts it about when he goes out
It s in his nature, and i bet a bad thought don t cross her mind
His misbehaviour, the boy ain t no genius
the boy ain t no genius
Never leave me, till it s gone away
yeah stories get told
and misdemeanours
It s in his nature, he keeps her on her toes
It s in his nature, and these lovers trip and stumble down the road, and misdemeanours
He keeps her on her toes, the boy ain t no genius
it s in his nature
He keeps her on her toes, and misdemeanours, his misbehaviour
it raises up its ugly head
his misbehaviour
I bet of all of her she sees, he keeps her on her toes Two, and if it does she just discards it till it s gone away