"Poses" by Rufus Wainwright Capo at Fret 1 1. 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 Bridge: 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