Bauhaus - Boys

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Boys

We tried to fly
Is it so high
We don't think so
We don't think so

Are we looked at
Are we set back?
Can we fake him
Emulate him?

Time is breaking
Changing faking
Grind us up now
Not too hard now

Features so fine
Rouge and eyeline
Things I fancy
Just like Nancy

Fashions alter
Often falter
Crypso's out now
No more fights now

Make-up's taking
Lots of shaving
On my eyelash
You sure it don't clash

Slim-line trousers
Facial powders
flooding my mind
You sure there's no lines

Eye me up now
pamper me now
Please don't pass by
Or I shall cry

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Garotos

Nós tentamos voar
Isso é muito alto?
Nós não achamos isso
Nós não achamos isso

Nós somos olhados?
Nós somos impedidos?
Podemos fingir ser ele?
Emulá-lo?

O tempo está acabando
Mudando, fingindo
Moa-nos agora
Não é muito difícil agora

Recursos tão fantásticos
Rouge e delineador
Coisas que fantasio
Assim como Nancy

A moda altera
Também vacila
Crypso's já era
Sem mais brigas agora

A maquiagem está o máximo
Muita raspação
Em meu cílio
Garanto que não há borrões

Calças slim
Pós faciais
Inundando minha mente
Garanto que não há marcas

Observe-me agora
Mime-me agora
Por favor não passe reto
Ou eu chorarei

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