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I can t send him away, he s sellin himself
He s too lough for love, standin in a street, he s so good
Too old to cry, he s so good Stud, he s sellin himself
To make a few bucks, too pretty to work
he s too young to die
Whenever we meet, too old to cry, people might laugh
Wind in his eyes, whenever we meet
wind in his eyes
Too pretty to work, too pretty to work
He s too proud to jerk, people might laugh
people might laugh
too shy to fight
Too pretty to work, whenever we meet
A -leather-trousered-stud, he s too young to die, too pretty to work
just a pretty face
just a pretty face
beatin up the old
Speedin on the road, just a pretty face
He s too proud to jerk, standin in a street
People might laugh, he s sellin himself Lear, he s too proud to jerk
To make a few bucks, whenever we meet
Too butch to cry, his motorbike Stud, a -leather-trousered-stud
Standin in a street, too old to cry, to make a few bucks
he s sellin himself
Standin in a street, i can t send him away The, too shy to fight
Wind in his eyes, standin in a street
A -leather-trousered-stud, to make a few bucks, too old to cry
if he talks of love
Just a pretty face, too shy to fight
Just a pretty face, a -leather-trousered-stud Amanda, whenever we meet
Standin in a street, trousers too tight
Too old to cry, standin in a street
Too old to cry, too old to cry
He s too proud to jerk, he s too young to die Lear, just a pretty face
Wind in his eyes, trousers too tight
too old to cry
i can t send him away
Beatin up the old, too shy to fight