Poses (song)

Lyrics
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 And 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 it

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

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

Source: MetroLyrics