this is the world i created for myself...

You kid around they are going to you not to make
Another grocacom plan
About which plan you talk
You dare, it is you whom begins
I leave
Is really too bloody stupid to you
In big step thing you kid around
You see, it, think I am great good
Because of the boys
They put nylons
They go frizzy the chignon
Because of the boys
And of that as it will be said about it
One flirting on all tones
Because of the boys
They indeed greet
Because of the boys

Rifle it is the word which comes to me
When I think of my companions
And me I have my dose
Without being your doses
Of chimeras
I hallucine
Need that they hose you
All this for a guy of pretence
Having hushed up about depression, I leave it to you
It is your style
Because of the boys
They put nylons
They go frizzy the chignon
Because of the boys
And of that as it will be said about it
One flirting on all tones
Because of the boys
They indeed switch on
Because of the boys

It is error of my
Magazines
The Mary, The Clear
Mary - Clear
Figs, Macdo besides - clear
The today's and yesterday Women
It is error of my
Magazines
The Mary, Frances
Mary-France
The practical women with it not have a great time
Of cosmo sails and all the rest

Because of the boys
They hurry up the lemon
They melt as icicles
Because of the boys
I lie you lie we lie
They slide as soaps

Because of the boys
They indeed move over
Because of the boys

Because of the boys