London Boys - текст песни
London Boys
Are you telling me, to shut my mouth,
If I wasn’t kissin' you wouldn’t be around,
You talk about faggots, little momma's boy,
You’re still at home, you’ve got your chaperone,
You need an escort to take a piss,
He holds your hand and he shakes your dick,
You’re so pretty, suburban kitty,
You think you’re gonna change, re-arrange the city,
Little London boys,
You’re little London boys,
You’re little London boys,
You think you’re gonna fool me?
A little rich kid, what do you know,
You had everything don’t you think it don’t show,
A-hiding in the closet just a-facing the wall,
Too Much Too Soon - do you recall?
Have a holiday in the city,
Dildo souvenirs, vaseline pretty,
You don’t need no junk just LSD,
You won’t get shot, shot by me
Little London boys
You’re little London boys
You’re little London boys
And I'm talkin' about the whole lot of ya!
Little London boys,
You’re little London boys,
You’re little London boys,
Too bad the boys don't know,
And the girls they don't go,
Everybody just shows,
You're little.
Little London boys
Little London boys
Little London boys
Little London boys...
You poor little poppet.
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