Some boys are filling
Some boys are filling the hole
They’re making a killing, at the top of the billing
It’s their role, and that’s all that they know
But some boys don’t listen
Some boys don’t listen at all
They don’t ask for permission, they lack inhibition
No walls, and they get what they want
But some boys don’t know how to love…
Some boys are singing
Some boys are singing the blues
Joylessly flinging with the girls they are bringing
To their rooms, and then leave when they’re through
Some boys are sleeping
Some boys are sleeping alone
Cause there’s no one there keeping, them warm through the evening
And they know, that they’re on their own
Some boys don’t know how to love…
Some boys are filling
Some boys are filling the hole
Some boys are sleeping
Some boys are sleeping alone
Some boys don’t know to love
No some boys don’t know how to love
No some boys don’t know how to love
No some boys don’t know how to love
They won’t get what they want…
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