Playboys, Punks, and Pretty Things Lyrics & Tabs by Swingin' Utters
Playboys, Punks, and Pretty Things
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"A penny for your thoughts,"
he says as he swiftly slips from bed to bed
and the thoughtful ones are charmed by him
and the sexy ones turned on by him
and he's knighted by casanova's kin
and his ladies would never turn on him
'cause he's the cary grant of the party kings
and the playboy of your wildest dreams
wouldn't you like to be a sweetheart?
Haven't you dreamed of being an upstart?
Owning the heart of every beauty queen
the envy of every ladies man-machine
making regular stops at meat market
spots lifting skirts and molesting tarts
buying bottles and blow and whiskey shots
making regular stops at meat market
spots lifting skirts and molesting tarts
buying bottles and blow and whiskey shots
for any femme fatale
who's got an urge to fuck.
Sometimes he's not alone
he's got a family and home does he rent or does he own?
Is he the villain in your tome?
Has he forgotten his way?
Has he a mind to leave the fray?
Are you so naive and vague?
Does it matter anyway?
ly afternoon it's dead they've all gone down and off to bed and in his hands a fifth of gin, a fine young thing, some methedrine disgusted, drunk and all washed up and still nursing a stinking cup he shades his eyes from a cloudless sky and punkes it up, it's party time again. Combat boots are all laced up prada shoes with argyle socks seductive stares and massed up hair ripped and torn and now laid bare I'll take you to my little room I'll play you "fly me to the moon" relax, I'm clean and blind and free you won't gain anything from me. Come take comfort from the storm befriend the ones you scorned I'll be your savior and your saint I'll be what all the others ain't it's not as bad as it all seems what if this were all a dream? Do you have to be so plain? Does it matter anyway?
