Sweet Thing

It's safe in the city to love in a doorway To wrangle some screams from the door And isn’t it me, putting pain in a stranger Like a portrait in flesh, or dreams on a leash Will you see that I'm scared and I'm lonely So I’ll break out my rouge, and yawn, and I Run to the center of it, where the knowing one says Boys, boys, it's the sweet thing Boys, boys, it's the sweet thing, sweet thing If you want it, boys, get it here, thing 'Cause oh, boys, it's 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 neat I’m in your way, and I’ll steal every moment If it's trite as a curse, then I’ll bless it and turn To the cross runs of hamburgers