It's safe in the to love in a doorway Wrangle some from the dawn And isn't it me, putting in a stranger? a portrait in flesh, trails on a leash Will you see I'm scared and I'm lonely? So break up my room, and yawn and I'll run to the center of things Where the one says:
"Boys, boys, it's a thing Boys, boys, it's 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 important and free Does that make you smile, that me? I'm in your way, and I'll steal moment If trade is a course, than I'll bless you And turn to crossroads and
"Boys, boys, it's a thing Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing, thing If you want it, boys, get it here, 'Cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, thing"
I'll make you a deal, like any other We'll pretend, we're walking home your future's at stake My set is amazing, it even smells like a a bar at the end where I can meet you and your friend Someone scrawled on the wall "I smell the of les tricoteuses" Who wrote up in other bars
I'm having so much fun with the poisonous Spreading and lies and stories they made up make you sing and some make you scream One makes you wish thay you'd never seen But there's a on the corner that's selling papier mache Making faces: Charlie Manson, Cassius Clay "If you it, boys, get it here, thing"
So you scream out of "I want you! I you! Anyone out there? 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 street where you live I could not hold up my For I put all I in another 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 stop trying 'til we up our minds 'Til the sun drips blood on the seedy knights Who press you on the ground shaking in fright I guess we cruise down one more time With you by my side, it be fine We'll by drugs and watch a band Then jump in the river holding
"If you it, boys, get it here, thing 'Cause hope, boys, is a thing, cheap thing"
Is it nice in snow storm, freezing your brain? Do you think that face looks the same? 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...