From: toomey Subject: b/bowie_david/london_boys.crd What a pretty song! () bell strikes, another night Your eyes are heavy and your limbs all ache You've bought some coffee, butter and bread You can't make a thing, 'cause the meter's dead You've moved away Told you're folks you're gonna stay away Bright lights, Soho, Waldorff Street You hope you make friends with the guys that you meet Somebody shows you 'round. Now you've met the London Boys Things seem good again Someone cares about you Oh the first time that you try a pill You feel a little queasy, decidedly ill You're gonna be sick, but you mustn't lose face To let yourself down would be a big disgrace With the London Boys With the London Boys You're only seventeen, but you think you've grown In the month you've been away from you're parent's home You take the pills too much You don't give a damn about the job you've got So long as your with the London Boys Ohh a London Boy, oo a London Boy Your flashy clothes are your pride and joy A London Boy, yes a London Boy You're crying out loud that your a London Boy You think you've had a lot of fun But you ain't got nothing your on the run It's too late now 'cause you're out there boy You've got it made with the rest of the toys Now you wish you'd never left your home You've got what you wanted but you're on your own With the London Boys Now you've met the London Boys Now you've met the London Boys Now you've met the London Boys
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