Confidence - Scritti Politti

Every little blemish and every little smell

You get tears for doing madly and a kiss for doing well

But you’ve got to promise not to tell

It’s confidence

Outside the clubs of boyhood

Inside monogamy

All we know is that

Daytime…

Break it back, break it back, break it back, my baby…

Nighttime…

Break it back, break it back, break it back, my baby…

I’m scared to tell my mother and I’m scared to tell my mates

All the rotten smother and all the petty hates

Who haven’t got the nerve to break… confidence…

Outside the likes of business

Inside these bedroom walls

All we know is that

Daytime…

Break it back, break it back, break it back, my baby…

Nighttime…

Break it back, break it back, break it back, my baby…

«When I met you, it was only you, it’s only you that are true to me

And I can struggle, I can fight

As a young man, there’s nobody new that I can turn to…

Because you’re a girl…»

Daytime…

Break it back, break it back, break it back, my baby…

Nighttime…

Break it back, break it back, break it back, my baby…

Stuck along together, you’ll be stuck at home all day

Stuck its way of talking about what I wouldn’t say

To all the boys at work and play

With confidence

Outside the cuts of manhood

Inside monotony

All we do is that

Daytime…

Break it back, break it back, break it back, my baby…

Nighttime…

Break it back, break it back, break it back, my baby…

Confidence inherent in what a man must do

Reflects on everybody in confidence to you

But you haven’t got the heart to tell me…