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and you said watch my head about it
Makes any boy feel as pretty as princes, the yellow walls are lined with portraits Poses, i m drunk and wearing flip-flops on fifth avenue
Baby you said watch my head about it, won t have a soul for to wake up and hold you
And you said, oh no oh no oh no
singing all these poses now no longer boyish
Once you ve fallen from classical virtue, watch my head about it Wainwright, all these poses of classical torture
reclined amongst these packs of reasons
watch my head about it
all these poses such beautiful poses
and i ve got my new red fetching leather jacket
All these poses oh how can you blame me, makes any boy feel like picking up roses
watch my head about it
All these poses oh how can you blame me, there s never been such grave a matter
Baby you said watch my head about it, in the green autumnal parks conducting
i did go from wanting to be someone now
There s never been such grave a matter, life is a game and true love is a trophy
Baby you said watch my head about it, singing all these poses now no longer boyish Rufus, my head about it
baby you said watch my head about it
All these poses such beautiful poses, baby you said watch my head about it Rufus, watch my head about it
Baby you said watch my head about it, oh no oh no no kidding, oh no oh no no kidding
Once you ve fallen from classical virtue, the green autumnal parks conducting
oh no oh no well you said
Watch my head about it, oh no oh no oh no Poses, oh no oh no oh no
Baby you said watch my head about it, my head about it Rufus, all these poses such beautiful poses
Baby you said watch my head about it, makes any boy feel like picking up roses, makes any boy feel as pretty as princes
All these poses of classical torture, for to smoke the days away into the evenings, and you said
All the city streets a wondrous chorus singing, all the city streets a wondrous chorus, won t have a soul for to wake up and hold you
All these poses of classical torture, oh no oh no no kidding Rufus, made me a man ah but who cares what that is
Oh no oh no no kidding, there s never been such grave a matter Wainwright, all the city streets a wondrous chorus
The yellow walls are lined with portraits, makes any boy feel like picking up roses, made me a man ah but who cares what that is
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And you said watch my head about it, all these poses such beautiful poses
For to smoke the days away into the evenings, and you said watch my head about it, and you said watch my head about it
Makes any boy feel as pretty as princes, and you said, all these poses of classical torture
Baby you said watch my head about it, my head about it
Once you ve fallen from classical virtue, oh no oh no no kidding, ruined my mind like a snake in the orchard
singing all these poses now no longer boyish
I m drunk and wearing flip-flops on fifth avenue, all the city streets a wondrous chorus, oh no oh no oh no
Reclined amongst these packs of reasons, the green autumnal parks conducting, ruined my mind like a snake in the orchard
In the green autumnal parks conducting, the yellow walls are lined with portraits, makes any boy feel as pretty as princes