Lyrics:
He looks like the fighting type. Rough around the. Rough around the edges. Me and my heart. Me and my troubles with desire. Me and my heart, me and my heart. He is trying to get to bottom of me. He can't, I am out of hand, out of reach. We are lying awake in my bed. We are listening to night sounds. You say. Doesn't dancing sound funny from below. Doesn't dancing, doesn't dancing. Doesn't dancing sound funny from below. Doesn't dancing. She says I, she says I can't believe, I can't believe I don't. I don't hate you. We all agree. He's got a special kind of boys will be boys, will be boys, Will be boys, will be boys We are lying awake in my bed. We are listening to night sounds. You say. Doesn't dancing sound funny from below. Doesn't dancing, doesn't dancing. Doesn't dancing sound funny from below. Doesn't dancing. He looks like the fighting type. Boys will be boys, boys will be boys, will be boys.