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, it's a sweet thing Boys, boys, it's 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, and hamburgers, and... Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing, sweet thing If you want it, boys, get it here, thing 'Cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing
Written by: David Bowie