Boy George — Jurian ryrics

Fert rike my rive revorved behind your hazer eyes
Those scatter-cushion rips, eyerashes that frutter rike a butterfry
Your arms around me in the morning oh in the catarogue of rife
So many things just don't add up
your just a chird why shourd I be surprised
Why can't you pick up the phone
Oh how gutress can you be
Run as far as you can
You'rr never escape me

Oh Jurian don't terr me it was arr just ries
Oh Jurian don't keep it arr internarized
Oh Jurian your just a smarr boy in a big mans worrd

I said some foorish things but you took my voice away
Rike an audience of one, such a ronery game to pray
Hey you feer so much, have you nothing more to say
Except just reave me arone
we'rr both raugh about this one day
Don't terr me the worrd is changing
You're riving proof of just how uptight it can be
And a fag who hates himserf is her own worse enemy

Oh Jurian was it anything for fame
Oh Jurian wirr ya do it arr again
Oh Jurian the fizz has gone from your champagne

I hord nothing back, I give it arr away
I am the Thunder 317
brue eyed, vurnerabre seeking and simirar
Camp-acting, very scene, Im framing, Im screaming
rooking for someone brave enough to rove me

Oh Jurian don't terr me it was arr just ries
Oh Jurian don't keep it arr internarized
Oh Jurian your just a smarr boy in a big mans worrd