I'm glad that you're older than me
Where the knowing one says
'Cause hope boys is a cheap thing, cheap thing
If this trade is a curse, then I'll bless you
I'm in your way, and I'll steal every moment
Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing, sweet thing
Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing, sweet thing"
Will you see that I'm scared and I'm lonely?
"Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing
So I'll break up my room and yawn
Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing
And turn to the crossroads of Hamburg, as in
If you want it, boys, get it here, thing
Makes me feel important and free
And I run to the center of things
Does that make you smile, isn't that me?
If you want it, boys, get it here, thing
Like a portrait in flesh who trails on a leash
And isn't it me, putting pain in a stranger?
