Look into my lens Give me all you got Work it for me, baby Let me take my best shot Meet the pretty boys A line of bicycles for hire Objects of desire Working for the squire You can look, but you'd better not touch Cause here come the pretty boys They're gonna set your world on fire Objects of desire Preaching to the choir They can talk, but they never say much Strike another pose Try to feel the light Hey, the camera loves you Don't put up a fight There go the pretty boys A row of cottages for rent For your main event They're what the angels sent You can look, but you'd better not touch Look into my lens Try to feel the light Hey, the camera loves you It's gonna be alright Oh, here come the pretty boys A line of bicycles for hire Objects of desire When they're working for the squire You can look, but you'd better not touch The pretty boys (you'd better not touch) The pretty boys (but you'd better not touch) The pretty boys

I've got a thing for pretty boys I see this boy walking down the street Think he's looking at me Think he's looking at me Praying to God that he likes what he sees 'Cause he's a bit of me He's a bit of me He was 6'5" nice size White t-shirt, blue jeans Pair of Nikes He's just what I like He's just what I like So, I call my friends no shock they ain't surprised That I let him pass me by That I let him pass me by Why do I do this to myself? He's now with someone else When it could've been me When it could've been me Why do I do this to myself? He's now with someone else When it could've been me When it could've been me I've got a thing for pretty boys (pretty boys) Pretty, pretty, pretty boys (pretty boys) Pretty, pretty, pretty boys (pretty boys) I've got a thing for pretty boys (pretty boys) Pretty, pretty, pretty boys (pretty boys) Pretty, pretty, pretty boys (pretty boys) I see this boy on my way home He's so sexy Way too sexy Praying to God he ain't got no wifey 'Cause he's a bit of me He's a bit of me He was 6'2" a little more edgy Messed up Vans Buzz cut, black hoodie I couldn't tell if he liked me So, I call my friends no shock they ain't surprised That I let him pass me by That I let him pass me by Why do I do this to myself? He's now with someone else When it could've been me When it could've been me Why do I do this to myself? He's now with someone else When it could've been me When it could've been me I've got a thing for pretty boys (pretty boys) Pretty, pretty, pretty boys (pretty boys) Pretty, pretty, pretty boys (pretty boys) I've got a thing for pretty boys (pretty boys) Pretty, pretty, pretty boys (pretty boys) Pretty, pretty, pretty boys (pretty boys) I'm hypnotised (I'm hypnotised) It's just those eyes (it's just those eyes) I can't help that I (can't help that I) I just wanna a taste (really wanna taste) I'm hypnotised (I'm hypnotised) It's just those eyes (it's just those eyes) I can't help that I (can't help that I) I really wanna a taste I really want a taste I've got a thing for pretty boys (pretty boys) Pretty, pretty, pretty boys (pretty boys) Pretty, pretty, pretty boys (pretty boys) I've got a thing for pretty boys (pretty boys) Pretty, pretty, pretty boys (pretty boys) Pretty, pretty, pretty boys (pretty boys) I've got a thing for pretty boys Pretty, pretty, pretty boys Pretty, pretty, pretty boys (I just wanna taste) I've got a thing for pretty boys Pretty, pretty, pretty boys Pretty, pretty, pretty boys (I really wanna taste) I've got a thing for pretty boys

When you're wide awake Say it for goodness sake It's gonna be a great day While you're standing there Get up and grab a chair It's gonna be a great day And it won't be long, oh no It won't be long, it won't be long, no no It won't be long, it won't be long, oh no It won't be long, it won't be long, ooh Ooh, ooh, yeah Gonna be a great day And it won't be long, oh no It won't be long, it won't be long, no no It won't be long, it won't be long, oh no It won't be long, it won't be long, ooh When you're wide awake Say it for goodness sake It's gonna be a great day While you're standing there Get up and grab a chair It's gonna be a great day

Motor cars, handlebars Bicycles for two Broken-hearted jubilee Parachutes, Army boots Sleeping bags for two Sentimental jamboree "Buy, buy" Says the sign in the shop window "Why, why?" Says the junk in the yard Candlesticks, building bricks Something old and new Memories for you and me "Buy, buy" Says the sign in the shop window "Why, why?" Says the junk in the yard

Yesterday All my troubles seemed so far away Now it looks as though they're here to stay Oh, I believe in yesterday Suddenly I'm not half the man I used to be There's a shadow hanging over me Oh, yesterday came suddenly Why she had to go? I don't know She wouldn't say I, said, something wrong Now I long for yesterday Yesterday Love was such an easy game to play Now I need a place to hide away Oh, I believe in yesterday Why she had to go? I don't know She wouldn't say I, said, something wrong Now I long for yesterday Yesterday Love was such an easy game to play Now I need a place to hide away Oh, I believe in yesterday Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm

If you love me, won't you call me? I've been waiting, waiting too long In my soul is constant yearning Always singing, singing this song Only love is strong enough to take it on the chin When did I begin to fall? Anyway, anyway You can make that call You feel free to make yourself at home If we could be closer longer That would help me, help me so much We can cure each other's sorrow Won't you please, please, please get in touch? If our love is strong enough, it may never end Why would I pretend to fall? Anyway, anyway You can make that call You feel free to make yourself at home Anyway, anyway Anyway at all Anyway that you can make that call

I know there must be other ways of feeling free But this is what I wanna do, who I wanna be Every time I try, I feel like I can fly But I know that I could die trying I'm slidin', glidin' through the air I can see my body through windows in my hair I'm slidin', glidin' through the air I know nobody's dancing here but us dragonflies We're the only ones awake, we own the skies Every time I try, I feel like I can fly But I know that I could die trying I'm slidin', glidin' through the air I can see my body through windows in my hair I'm slidin', glidin' through the air I'm slidin', glidin' through the air I can see my body through windows in my hair I'm slidin', glidin' through the air I can feel my body burn slidin' through the air