It's safe in the city to love in a Wrangle some screams the dawn And isn't it me, pain in a stranger? Like a portrait in flesh, on a leash Will you see I'm scared and I'm lonely? So I'll break up my room, and yawn and Run to the of things the knowing one says:
Boys, boys, its a sweet Boys, boys, its a sweet thing, thing If you it, boys, get it here, thing hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing"
I'm glad that older than me Makes me feel and free Does make you smile, isn't that me? I'm in your way, and I'll steal every If this trade is a curse, I'll bless you And turn to and hamburgers
Boys, boys, its a sweet Boys, boys, its a sweet thing, sweet If you want it, boys, get it here, hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing"
I'll make you a deal, like any other We'll pretend we're walking 'cause your future's at stake My set is amazing, it even like a street There's a bar at the end where I can meet you and your 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 rumors and lies and stories they made up Some make you sing and some make you One makes you wish that you'd never been But there's a shop on the corner selling papier mache bullet-proof faces; Charlie Manson, Cassius Clay "If you it, boys, get it here, thing"
So you scream out of "I want you! I need you! out there? Any time?" Tres butch little number "Hey dirty, I want you When it's good, it's really good, and when bad I go to pieces" If you want it, boys, get it here,
Well, on the street where you I could not hold up my head For I put all I have in bed On another floor, in the of a car In the cellar of a church with the ajar Well, I guess we must be looking for a kind But we can't trying 'til we break up our minds 'Til the sun blood on the seedy young knights Who press you on the ground shaking in fright I guess we could cruise one more time With you by my side, it be fine We'll buy some and watch a band Then in the river holding hands
[Part Three: Sweet (Reprise)]
"If you it, boys, get it here, thing 'Cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, thing"
Is it nice in your snow storm, freezing brain? Do you think your face looks the same? Then let it be, it's all I ever It's a street a deal, and a taste got claws, it's got me, it's got you ...