Текст песни David Bowie - Sweet Thing
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Its safe in the city, to love in a doorwayTo wrangle some screens from the doorAnd isnt it me, putting pain in a stranger? Like a portrait in flesh, who trails on a leashWill you see that Im scared and Im lonely? So Ill break up my room, and yawn and iRun to the centre of thingsWhere the knowing one saysBoys, boys, its a sweet thingBoys, boys, its a sweet thing, sweet thingIf you want it, boys, get it here, thingcause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thingIm glad that youre older than meMakes me feel important and freeDoes that make you smile, isnt that me? Im in your way, and Ill steal every momentIf his trade is a curse, then Ill bless youAnd turn to the crossroads, and hamburgers, andBoys, boys, its a sweet thingBoys, boys, its a sweet thing, sweet thingIf you want it, boys, get it here, thingcause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing