Boy, Boy, Boy

Boy boy boy boy

Wraps his arm around a skinny thing

Naked around, naked around, naked around

Naked around the middle

She's a sleepwalker with an expensive bag

Cruising cubicles

Cash thrills

Cruising and thinking, a cap and hood

Straps hanging down your black legs(Pig pig pig pig

Stick that word out at your best mark

Remember, remember, remember, remembering)

All your sundays come back to haunt me

I like to hurt myself like this sometimes

What you want from me this time

Do you want a spoon

Carrying another wound

Like an addiction

When you caught your afflictionI'm in a rage, I'm in a rage, I'm in a rage

I knew I refused to hand it over

Burn me, burn me, burn me, burn me

I know what's going to happen next

(Stood at the next table touching the lips with love)

Okay now it's clear you can look

Clean clean

There's something (chromium)

Tattooed dad is getting dirty

And a (tired thing, booze)Off with your head off with your head

Your razor wire beauty

You're going straight, you're going straight, you're going straight

But sometimes you gotta show them

I like to hurt myself like this sometimes

What you want from me this time

Do you want a spoon

Carrying another wound

Like an addiction

When you caught your affliction

Songwriters

KARL HYDE, RICHARD DAVID SMITHPublished by

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