Sweet Thing

It's safe in the city To love in a doorway To wrangle some screams from the room 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'll 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 Boys, boys it's 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 run To the crossroads and hamburgers 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 Oh boy it's a cheap thing Cheap thing