It's safe in the city to love in a 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 yawn and run to the center of things the knowing one says:
"Boys, boys, it's a sweet Boys, boys, it's a thing, sweet thing If you want it, boys, get it here, hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing"
I'm glad you're older than me Makes me feel and free Does that you smile, isn't that me? I'm in your way, and I'll steal every If this trade is a course, than bless you And to crossroads and hamburgers
"Boys, boys, a sweet thing Boys, boys, a sweet thing, sweet thing 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 smells like a There's a bar at the end I can meet you and your friend Someone scrawled on the wall "I smell the of les tricoteuses" Who wrote up scandals in other
I'm so much fun with the poisonous people Spreading rumors and and stories they made up Some make you sing and make you scream One makes you wish you'd never been seen But a shop on the corner that's selling papier mache Making bullet-proof faces: Charlie Manson, 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 butch little whines "Hey dirty, I want you When it's good, it's really good, and when bad I go to pieces" If you it, boys, get it here, thing
Well, on the street where you live I not hold up my head For I put all I have in bed On floor, in the back of a car In the cellar of a church the door ajar Well, I we must be looking for a different kind But we can't stop trying we break up our minds 'Til the sun blood on the seedy young knights Who press you on the ground while shaking in I guess we could cruise one more time With you by my side, it should be We'll by drugs and watch a band jump in the river holding hands
"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 face looks the Then let it be, all I ever wanted a street with a deal, and a taste It's got claws, it's got me, got you...