Poses - Rufus Wainwright

The yellow walls are lined with portraits

And I’ve got my new red fetching 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

All 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 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

Won’t have a soul for 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 ah 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

Oh no oh no well 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 no kidding