It's safe in the to love in a doorway some screams from the dawn And isn't it me, putting in a stranger? Like a in flesh, trails on a leash you see that I'm scared and I'm lonely? So I'll break up my room, and and I'll run to the center of things the knowing one says:
"Boys, boys, it's a thing Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing, sweet If you it, boys, get it here, thing hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing"
I'm glad that you're than me Makes me important and free Does that make you smile, isn't me? I'm in your way, and I'll steal moment If this trade is a course, than I'll you And to crossroads and hamburgers
"Boys, boys, a sweet thing Boys, boys, it's a thing, sweet thing 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 We'll pretend, we're walking 'cause your future's at stake My set is amazing, it even smells like a There's a bar at the end where I can meet you and friend Someone scrawled on the wall "I smell the of les tricoteuses" Who up scandals in other bars
I'm having so much fun with the people Spreading rumors and lies and they made up make you sing and some make you scream One you wish thay you'd never been seen But there's a shop on the corner that's papier mache Making faces: Charlie Manson, Cassius Clay "If you it, boys, get it here, thing"
So you out of line: "I want you! I you! Anyone out there? Any time? " Tres butch little number "Hey dirty, I want you it's 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 street where you I could not hold up my head For I put all I in another bed On another floor, in the of a car In the cellar of a church with the door Well, I guess we must be looking for a different But we can't stop trying we break up our minds 'Til the sun drips 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 be fine We'll by some drugs and a band Then jump in the river hands
"If you want it, boys, get it here, hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing"
Is it nice in your snow storm, your brain? Do you think that your face looks the Then let it be, it's all I ever It's a street a deal, and a taste It's got claws, it's got me, got you...