Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Temptation, artist - Dizzee Rascal. Album song Maths + English, in the genre
Date of issue: 03.06.2007
Record label: XL
Song language: English
Temptation |
I don’t ever want to hate you, |
So don’t show me your bed, |
The only roads are cul-de-sacs, |
The first thing that she said. |
Temptation, greets you like your naughty mate, |
The one that used to get you in bother, |
But one you could never bring yourself to hate. |
And she said we’ve got that spark, |
That only lights a fuse, |
Helps you see in the dark, |
But it’s a sight you’ll lose when, |
The temptation greets you like your naughty friend. |
I don’t ever want to hate you, |
So don’t show me your bed, |
The only roads are cul-de-sacs, |
The only ends are dead. |
Temptation greets you like your naughty mate, |
One that made you steal and set things on fire, |
But one you haven’t seen of late. |
And I said that kind of talk, |
Only adds intrigue, |
To the cauldron of thought, |
It’s already exceeding, |
Temptation, the very thing that held her back. |
I don’t ever want to hate you, |
So don’t show me your bed, |
The only roads are cul-de-sacs, |
The only ends are dead. |
I don’t ever want to hate you, |
It’s not part of the plan, |
So keep your charm where I can’t see it, |
And your hands where I can. |
We used to be in tight me and my naughty friends, |
Caused enticement? |
in the air, |
I mean day 'n' night, |
We robbed, we stole, we loved to fight, |
Smoking, drinking, joyriding, |
Drugs, thugs, not law-abiding, |
Reckless gangsters? |
no direction, |
No sign of correction, |
But then i switched it off, |
Changed my ways, |
What the hell! |
Like oh my days, |
But like my naughty friends, |
They’re not phased, |
Can’t believe that this music pays, |
See no reason why we can’t do, |
All the things we’ve always done, |
Still in my heart I know thats just what, |
But its hard to fight the temptation son. |
The panic will fall down around you, |
If you don’t do what I say. |
I don’t ever want to hate you, |
So don’t show me your bed, |
The only roads are cul-de-sacs, |
The only ends are dead. |
I don’t ever want to hate you, |
It’s not part of the plan, |
So keep your charm where I can’t see it, |
And your hands where I can |