Wicked Things Lyrics - Prefab Sprout

Your Mother's got bags of good advice 

The don'ts exceed the do's 

But she's not you 

All it takes is a little nerve 

As I close in for the kill 

Just stand still 

What could make a girl believe 

The wicked things he'd say? 

What could make a girl believe 

The wicked things he'd say? 

Like by the grace of God 

He'll be the bugle boy on judgment day 

All the jokers running wild, 

Their politics are street, 

But still elite 

The revolution's underway 

The dream is coming true 

But not for you 

All it takes is a little nerve 

As they close in for the kill 

You just stand still 

What could make a girl believe 

The wicked things he'd say? 

What could make a girl believe 

The wicked things he'd say? 

Like by the grace of God 

He'll be the bugle boy on judgment day 

Why must honest Joe reap 

The wicked seed they sow? 

Maybe honest Joe hides 

From things he hates to know 

If Joe goes on this way 

An honest wind will surely come and blow