Sweet Thing

It's safe in the city, to love in a doorway

To wrangle some screens from the door

And isn't it me, putting pain in a stranger?

Like a portrait in flesh, who trails on a leash

Will you see that I'm scared and I'm lonely?

So I'll break up my room, and yawn and I

Run to the centre of things

Where the knowing one says

 

Boys, boys, its a sweet thing

Boys, boys, its a sweet thing, sweet thing

If you want it, boys, get it here, thing

'Cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap

thing

 

I'm glad that you're older than me

Makes me feel important and free

Does that make you smile, isn't that me?

I'm in your way, and I'll steal every moment

If his trade is a curse, then I'll bless you

And turn to the crossroads, and

hamburgers, and

 

Boys, boys, its a sweet thing

Boys, boys, its a sweet thing, sweet thing

If you want it, boys, get it here, thing

'Cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap

thing

Songtext: Bowie, David