Its safe in a city to love in a doorway,
to wrangle some screens from the door
And isn't me, putting pain in a stranger?
Like a portrait in flashin', trails on a leash?
Will you see that I'm scared and I'm lonely?
So I beak up my room, yawn, and
roll into the center rings
And you know I once said
*chorus*
Boys, boys, its a sweet thing
Boys, boys, its a sweet thing, sweet thing
If you want it, boys, get it here, thing
'Cause hole, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing
I'm glad that you're older than me
Makes me feel important and free
Does that make you smile, isn't that me?
I'm in your way, and I'll steal every moment
If this trade is accursed, and I'll bless you
and turn to the crossroads, and hamburgers, and
*chorus*