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 to look for it to ignore See, she's talking but I'm not entirely sure (ah) 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 suggestin', a struggle to refuse She said, "It's the red wine this time," but that is no excuse