Boys - Bauhaus

We tried to fly

Is it so high

We don’t think so

We don’t think so

Are we looked at

Are we set back?

Can we fake him

Emulate him?

Time is breaking

Changing faking

Grind us up now

Not too hard now

Features so fine

Rouge and eyeline

Things I fancy

Just like Nancy, ah

Ah, ah, ah

Ah, ah, ah

Fashions alter

Often falter

Crepe soles out now

No more fights now

Make-up's taking

Lots of shaving

On my eyelash

Be sure it don’t clash

Ah, ah, ah

Ah, ah, ah

Slim-line trousers

Facial powders

Flooding my mind

Be sure there’s no lines

Eye me up now

Pamper me now

Please don’t pass by

Or I shall cry

Ah, ah, ah

Ah, ah, ah

Ah, ah, ah

Ah, ah, ah