PAROLES
[Verse]
Look into my lens
Give me all you got
Work it for me, baby
Let me take my best shot
[Chorus 1]
Meet the pretty boys
A line of bicycles for hire
Objects of desire
Working for the squire
You can look, but you’d better not touch
[Chorus 2]
Cause here come the pretty boys
They’re gonna set your world on fire
Objects of desire
Preaching to the choir
They can talk, but they never say much
[Verse 2]
Strike another pose
Try to feel the light
Hey, the camera loves you
Don’t put up a fight
[Instrumental]
[Chorus 3]
There go the pretty boys
A row of cottages for rent
For your main event
They’re what the angels sent
You can look, but you’d better not touch
[Verse 3]
Look into my lens
Try to feel the light
Hey, the camera loves you
It’s gonna be alright
[Chorus]
Oh, here come the pretty boys
A line of bicycles for hire
Objects of desire
When they’re working for the squire
You can look, but you’d better not touch
[Outro]
The pretty boys (you’d better not touch)
The pretty boys (but you’d better not touch)
The pretty boys
