It's safe in the city to in a doorway Wrangle some screams the dawn And isn't it me, putting pain in a a portrait in flesh, trails on a leash Will you see that I'm scared and I'm So break up my room, and yawn and I'll Run to the of things Where the knowing one
Boys, boys, its a thing Boys, boys, its a sweet thing, sweet If you it, boys, get it here, thing 'Cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, thing"
I'm glad you're older than me Makes me important and free Does that make you smile, isn't me? I'm in your way, and I'll steal every If this trade is a curse, I'll bless you And turn to crossroads and
Boys, boys, its a sweet Boys, boys, its a sweet thing, sweet If you want it, boys, get it here, 'Cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, thing"
I'll make you a deal, like any candidate pretend we're walking home 'cause your future's at stake My set is amazing, it smells like a street There's a bar at the end where I can you and your friend Someone on the wall "I smell the blood of les tricoteuses" Who wrote up scandals in bars
I'm having so much fun the poisonous people Spreading rumors and lies and they made up Some make you and some make you scream One makes you wish that you'd never been But there's a on the corner that's selling papier mache Making bullet-proof Charlie Manson, Cassius Clay "If you it, boys, get it here, thing"
So you out of line: "I want you! I need you! out there? Any time?" Tres little number whines "Hey dirty, I want you When it's good, it's really good, and it's bad I go to pieces" If you it, boys, get it here, thing
Well, on the street where you live I could not up my head For I put all I have in bed On another floor, in the of a car In the of a church with the door ajar Well, I guess we must be looking for a different But we can't stop 'til we break up our minds 'Til the sun drips on the seedy young knights Who press you on the ground while shaking in I we could cruise down one more time you by my side, it should be fine We'll buy some drugs and a band Then jump in the holding hands
Three: Sweet Thing (Reprise)]
"If you it, boys, get it here, thing 'Cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, thing"
Is it nice in your storm, freezing your brain? Do you think that your looks the same? Then let it be, it's all I ever a street with a deal, and a taste It's got claws, got me, it's got you ...