Boy Done Good

Well, okay, yes, you know
I just won’t deny it (ny it)
It’s me, and me alone
Who kicked up the riot (riot)
I did it for a laugh
You know I did it for a thrill
From the windowsill
I didn’t pay my phone bill
Every night I’ve been looking
Over my shoulder (oh yeah)
Got a kickin' once
Because I was older (older)
It was just a bunch of girls
But they were prettier than me
Not especially
They were probably filthy
Oh, ooh la la
Ooh la la
Ooh la la
Ooh la la
Stacie Anne lives in my street
She’s a waster (waster)
I know her face
And the smell of her feet
I can taste her (taste her)
Loves me not
And talks a lot
And she treats me so unkind
Tangles up my mind
Never shows me a good time
I go out every night
I just don’t be lazy (lazy)
If I didn’t treat myself right
You’d think I was crazy (crazy)
I don’t work for money
But I get along just fine
Waste my fuckin' time
Gets myself a new headline
Oh, got big mean hands
And fabulous feet
And I’m gonna hear a tip in the jar
Got a ten pound note
And a mysterious coat
And a direct line to the bar
You better run
Ah you better run
I’m no angel, I’m just a boy…