Roberto Jacketti & The Scooters - Little Bo(o)y lyrics

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Little boy with pretty eyes

Watches t.v., never cries

Thinks it’s right to have a quarrel

Thinks it’s right to stop a fight

From the outside it’s all business

But you’d better look inside

There he’s standing

Don’t know what to do or say

All alone now

Not always been that way

And where (where is he running for)

An why (why did he shot that door)

Oh, he is so afraid to fall

Always on the run

It’s is age what they told him

Now you see him he’s shoutin’ for help

And he is a prisoner of fame

Little boy with pretty eyes

Watches t.v., never cries

Having problems growin’ up

Searches for answers but in vain

From the outside he’s so cool

But what goes on inside his brain

Now he’s laughin’

Standing there his feet won’t move

And look he turns around now

And just ignores what they say

And where (where is he running for)

An why (why did he shot that door)

Oh, he is so afraid to fall

Always on the run

It’s is age what they told him

Now you see him he’s shoutin’ for help

And he is a prisoner of fame

Everytime he thinks he’s odd

Then you see him, no he’s not

Those secret feelings…

Going on and on and on…..