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