The golden boy in my head He polishes a medal With wit and a bit of muscle He always keeps it level Got bass tones in the buggy So he gives a heavy hello And if he's 1940's He whistles through a meadow He's pressed upon me I should Should have known it I should I should have know it when I cast that spell as I got my hair cut short He called me tiger And he ruffled me for sport I should have known it when My brother punched and kicked his earrings off! Stifled the magpie and has not gone near jewelry seriously since then We make the boy a banner Heavy so he can carry Carry but he can't look up And ever read the letters I make my life his double Try and do what he's gonna And if I'm gonna sweat it I take a glass of water Are you happy with that? Happy? Happy with that? Happy? I should have know it when I cast that spell as I got my hair cut short He called me tiger And he ruffled me for sport I should have known it when My brother punched and kicked his earrings off! Stifled the magpie and has not gone near jewelry seriously since then Oh to see swathes of them With not a thing chipped off nothing chipped on Born in silence, slid easy through an edgeless tube From the first lips Then all lips after waiting to be told