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 It's safe in the city to love in a doorway 
To wrangle some screams from the dawn 
And isn't it me, putting pain in a stranger? 
Like a portrait in flesh, who trails on a leash 
Will you see that I'm scared and I'm lonely? 
So I'll break up my room, and yawn and I 
Run to the center of things 
Where the knowing one says: 
 
"Boys, Boys, its a sweet thing 
Boys, Boys, its a sweet thing, sweet thing 
If you want it, Boys, get it here, thing 
'Cause hope, 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 a curse, then I'll bless you 
And turn to the crossroads of Hamburg, as in 
 
"Boys, Boys, its a sweet thing 
Boys, Boys, its a sweet thing, sweet thing 
If you want it, Boys, get it here, thing 
'Cause hope, Boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing" 
 
 
[Part Two: Candidate] 
 
I'll make you a deal, like any other candidate 
We'll pretend we're walking home 'cause your future's at stake 
My set is amazing, it even smells like a street 
There's a bar at the end where I can meet you and your friend 
Someone scrawled on the wall "I smell the blood of Les Tricoteuses" 
Who wrote up scandals in other bars 
 
I'm having so much fun with the poisonous people 
Spreading rumors and lies and stories they made up 
Some make you sing and some make you scream 
One makes you wish that you'd never been seen 
But there's a shop on the corner that's selling papier mache 
Making bullet-proof faces; Charlie Manson, Cassius Clay 
"If you want it, Boys, get it here, thing" 
 
So you scream out of line: 
"I want you! I need you! Anyone out there? Any time?" 
Tres butch little number whines "Hey dirty, I want you 
When it's good, it's really good, and when it's bad I go to pieces" 
If you want it, Boys, get it here, thing 
 
Well, on the street where you live I could not hold up my head 
For I put all I have in another bed 
On another floor, in the back of a car 
In the cellar of a church with the door ajar 
Well, I guess we must be looking for a different kind 
But we can't stop trying 'til we break up our minds 
'Til the sun drips blood on the seedy young knights 
Who press you on the ground while shaking in fright 
I guess we could cruise down one more time 
With you by my side, it should be fine 
We'll buy some drugs and watch a band 
Then jump in the river holding hands 
 
 
[Part Three: Sweet Thing (Reprise)] 
 
"If you want it, boys, get it here, thing 
'Cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing" 
 
Is it nice in your snow storm, freezing your brain? 
Do you think that your face looks the same? 
Then let it be, it's all I ever wanted 
It's a street with a deal, and a taste 
It's got claws, it's got me, it's got you ... 
            
 
HATA BİLDİR
 
 
		
        
        
        
         
         
         
         
        
        
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