Poses
The yellow walls are lined with portraits
And I've got my new fetching red leather jacket
All these poses such beautiful poses
Makes any boy feel like picking up roses
There's never been such grave a matter
As comparing our new brand name black sunglasses
All these poses such beautiful poses
Makes any boy feel as pretty as princes
The green autumnal parks conducting
And the city streets a wondrous chorus singing
All these poses, oh, how can you blame me?
Life is a game and true love is a trophy
And you said
Watch my head about it
Baby, you said watch my head about it
My head about it
Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no
Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no, no kidding
Reclined amongst these packs of reasons
For to smoke the days away into the evenings
All these poses of classical torture
Ruined my mind like a snake in the orchard
I did go from wanting to be someone now
I'm drunk and wearing flip-flops on Fifth Avenue
Once you've fallen from classical virtue
You won't have a soul to wake up and hold you
In the green autumnal parks conducting
All the city streets a wondrous chorus
Singing all these poses now no longer boyish
Made me a man but who cares what that is?
And you said watch my head about it
Baby, you said watch my head about it
My head about it
Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no
Baby, you said watch my head about it
Baby you said watch my head about it
My head about it
Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no
Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no, no kidding
And I've got my new fetching red leather jacket
All these poses such beautiful poses
Makes any boy feel like picking up roses
There's never been such grave a matter
As comparing our new brand name black sunglasses
All these poses such beautiful poses
Makes any boy feel as pretty as princes
The green autumnal parks conducting
And the city streets a wondrous chorus singing
All these poses, oh, how can you blame me?
Life is a game and true love is a trophy
And you said
Watch my head about it
Baby, you said watch my head about it
My head about it
Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no
Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no, no kidding
Reclined amongst these packs of reasons
For to smoke the days away into the evenings
All these poses of classical torture
Ruined my mind like a snake in the orchard
I did go from wanting to be someone now
I'm drunk and wearing flip-flops on Fifth Avenue
Once you've fallen from classical virtue
You won't have a soul to wake up and hold you
In the green autumnal parks conducting
All the city streets a wondrous chorus
Singing all these poses now no longer boyish
Made me a man but who cares what that is?
And you said watch my head about it
Baby, you said watch my head about it
My head about it
Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no
Baby, you said watch my head about it
Baby you said watch my head about it
My head about it
Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no
Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no, no kidding
Credits
Writer(s): Rufus Wainwright
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