It's in the city to love in a doorway Wrangle some screams from the And it me, putting pain in a stranger? Like a portrait in flesh, on a leash you see that I'm scared and I'm lonely? So I'll break up my room, and yawn and Run to the center of the knowing one says:
Boys, boys, its a sweet Boys, boys, its a thing, sweet thing If you it, boys, get it here, thing hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing"
I'm glad that older than me me feel important and free Does that you smile, isn't that me? I'm in your way, and I'll every moment If this trade is a curse, I'll bless you And to crossroads and hamburgers
Boys, boys, its a thing 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 you a deal, like any other candidate pretend we're walking home 'cause your future's at stake My set is amazing, it even smells a street There's a bar at the end I can meet you and your friend scrawled on the wall "I smell the blood of les tricoteuses" Who wrote up in other bars
I'm having so much fun the poisonous people Spreading rumors and and stories they made up Some you sing and some make you scream One makes you wish that you'd never been But there's a shop on the that's selling papier mache Making bullet-proof faces; Charlie Manson, Cassius "If you it, boys, get it here, thing"
So you scream out of "I want you! I need you! Anyone out Any time?" Tres butch little number whines "Hey dirty, I you When good, it's really good, and when it's bad I go to pieces" If you it, boys, get it here, thing
Well, on the where you live 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 the door ajar Well, I guess we must be looking for a kind But we can't stop trying 'til we up our minds the sun drips blood on the seedy young knights Who press you on the while shaking in fright I guess we could cruise down one more With you by my side, it should be We'll buy some drugs and watch a Then jump in the river 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 snow storm, freezing brain? Do you think that your face looks the Then let it be, all I ever wanted It's a street with a deal, and a got claws, it's got me, it's got you ...