(Performed by Letters To Cleo)
Oh, I can’t take another heartache
Though you say you’re my friend
I’m at my wits end
You say your love is bonafide
But that don’t coincide
With the things that you’re doing
When I ask you to be nice
You say you gotta be
Cruel to be kind, in the right measure
Cruel to be kind, it’s a very good sign
Cruel to be kind, means that I love you
Baby, you gotta be cruel to be kind
Well, I do my best to understand dear
But you still mystify, and I wanna know why
I pick myself up off the ground
And have you knock me back down
Again and again
And when I ask you to explain
You say you gotta be
Cruel to be kind, in the right measure
Cruel to be kind, it’s a very good sign
Cruel to be kind, means that I love you
Baby, you gotta be cruel to be kind
Well, I do my best to understand dear
But you still mystify, and I wanna know why
I pick myself up off the ground
And have you knock me back down
Again and again
And when I ask you to explain
You say you gotta be
Cruel to be kind, in the right measure
Cruel to be kind, it’s a very good sign
Cruel to be kind, means that I love you
Baby, you gotta be cruel to be kind
Put your money where your mouth is
Get your finger on the buzzer
Paint it on
Show the bumps
Cos you’re really gonna jump tonight
Can you fell you’re getting ready?
Don’t you see it in the mirror?
Show it all
Show too much
Hey, you’re really gonna jump tonight
Drink in all that funky stuff
Take it till you’ve had enough
Put your image in your pocket
Hang your collar in the closet
Cause a crash
Make a splash
Cos you’re really gonna wipe `em out
Getting rid of inhibitions
Makes a little exhibition
Turn it on
Lossen up
Cos you’re really gonna wipe `em out
Dressed to kill, she wanna play with you
Watch your step, she’s gonna run you through
Dressed to kill, she’s got amazing grace
Watch the Devil, with an angel’s face
Drink in all that funky stuff
Take it till you’ve had enough
So you’re lookin’ like a million
And you’re getting the attention
Play `em up
Turn `em on
Boy they’re really gonna work tonight
Hey he’s sittin’ in the corner
Like a little Jack Horner
Make him break
Take his cake
Oh he’s gonna be your fool tonight
Catch him with that funky stuff
Take him till you’ve had enough
Johnny don’t do it
Johnny don’t do it
Johnny don’t do it
Johnny don’t do it
Johnny was an angel
An angel dressed in black
He used to hang around the guys
Down at the local track
He tried so hard to join them
But they always turned him back
Johnny don’t do it
He was an angel
Johnny don’t do it
Such an angel
He was only 17
Just got out of school
He stole a bike from Joe’s garage
To prove that he was cool
He didn’t know that the brakes were worn
And fate can be so cruel
Johnny don’t do it
He was an angel
Johnny don’t do it
Such an angel
Johnny don’t do it
Johnny don’t do it
Johnny don’t do it
Johnny don’t do it
Well Johnny went a riding
With his girlfriend on the back seat
Looking for some action
And they found it down a back street
Suddenly a truck pulled out
He tried to step on the brake
Johnny don’t do it (Here is a news flash)
Johnny don’t do it (Today, Johnny Kowalski, also known as Johnny Angel)
Johnny don’t do it (and his young fiance Francine, were tragically killed)
Johnny don’t do it (in a cycle accident)
Don’t do it, don’t do it (any witnesses please contact)
Don’t do it, don’t do it (the police at Precinct 29)
Now Johnny’s with the angels
The angels in the sky
I wonder if he thinks of us
As he goes riding by
If only had listened
Oh the number of times we tried
To tell him
Johnny don’t do it
He was an angel
Johnny don’t do it
Such an angel
Johnny don’t do it
He was an angel
Johnny don’t do it
Such an angel
Johnny don’t do it
Johnny don’t do it
Johnny don’t do it
Johnny don’t do it