The yellow walls are lined with portraits And I've got my new red fetching leather jacket All these poses such beautiful poses Makes any boy feel like picking up roses
There's never been such grave a matter As comparing our new brand name black sunglasses All these poses such beautiful poses Makes any boy feel as pretty as princes
The green autumnal parks conducting All the city streets a wondrous chorus singing All these poses oh how can you blame me Life is a game and true love is a trophy
And you said Watch my head about it Baby you said watch my head about it My head about it
Oh no oh no oh no Oh no oh no no kidding
Reclined amongst these packs of reasons For to smokes the days away into the evenings All these poses of classical torture Ruined my mind like a snake in the orchard I did go from wanting to be someone now I'm drunk and wearing flip - flops on Fifth Avenue
Once you've fallen from classical virtue Won't have a soul for to wake up and hold you
In the green autumnal parks conducting All the city streets a wondrous chorus Singing all these poses now no longer boyish Made me a man ah but who cares what that it
And you said watch my head about it Baby you said watch my head about it My head about it Oh no oh no oh no Oh no oh no well you said Watch my head about it Baby you said watch my head about it My head about it Oh no oh no oh no Oh no oh no no kidding
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