Pretty Boy

pretty boy making noise little boy in ya voice you dont have to be so loud hide yaself a new crowd so strong but you get down ye you get down I know I know I know I know pretty boy pretty boypretty boy wanna be man, keepin all his toys in the pram pretty boy pretty boy,pretty boy, dont take a hand, but he wont be his own fan whoever said ya move tall subtle, whoever said ya could hide behind muscle, whoever said gone cut you with stubble, whoever said went an started this trouble And i know you wont talk about it scared you gon cry if you do but you're looking out through a noose when i'm here for you theres nothing there in a cut its jus simple as dust to dust but sharing that pains a must do you trust that i trust I know I know I know I know"