Tekst
Pretty boy
Making noise
Little boy
In ya voice
You dont have to be so loud
Hide yaself a new crowd
So strong but you get down
Yea you get down
I know
I know
I know
I know
Pretty boy pretty boy pretty boy
Wanna be man, keepin' all his toys in the pram
Pretty boy pretty boy, pretty boy
Don't take a hand, but he wont be his own fan
Whoever said ya move tall subtle
Whoever said ya could hide behind muscle
Whoever said gone cut you with stubble
Whoever said went an started this trouble
And I know you won't talk about it
Scared you gon cry if you do
But you're looking out through a noose
When I'm here for you
There's nothing there in a cut
It's just simple as dust to dust
But sharing that pain's a must
Do you trust that i trust
I know
I know
I know
I know