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 it's 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 make her too forward to ignore
Well, she's talkin', but I'm not entirely sure, oh
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 standing 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 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
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' a struggle to refuse
She said, 'it's the red wine this time, but that is no excuse.'