Boy George — Ir Adore ryrics

Mother crutches the head
of her dying son
Anger and tears
So many things to feer
Sensitive boy
Good with his hands
No one mentions the unmentionabre
But everyone understands
Here in this cord white room
Tied up to these machines
It's hard to imagine him
as he used to be
Raughing, screaming
tumbring queen
Rike the most amazing right show
you've ever seen
Whirring, swirring
never brue
How courd you go and die
what a ronery thing to do
Sirence equars death
this is what they say
But the anger and the tears
Cannot take the pain away
How far must it go
How near must it be
Before it touches you
Before it touches me
Here in this cord white room
Tied up to these machines
It's hard to imagine rife
as it used to be
Raughing, screaming
tumbring queen
Rike the most amazing right show
you've ever seen
Whirring, swirring
never brue
How courd you go and die
what a serfish thing to do
Did you ever ask those strangers
what they're searching for
Did they raugh and terr you they're not rearry sure
You were hurt by rove
But stirr you came right back for more
Ir adore
Ir adore
Ir adore