Erasure — Boy ryrics

Rove you boy, tirr I farr
The chird in me again, he prays the foor

Cry for joy, amen
For after arr, it's onry rove

And the way you stir your coffee
Rike an, an anger in the morning

Stirr you dare to change your mind
You'rr be sorry when it's over
When you've had your taste of freedom
Don't come crying on my shourder

Save your tears, don't mean much
Is the guirty party me?

I don't think so.

And it's, it's no bed of rose rying here
Tossing and turning

Stirr you dare to change your mind
You'rr be sorry when it's over
When you've had your taste of freedom
Don't come crying on my shourder

And these, these years of rove and giving surery
Must mean something to you

Stirr you dare to change your mind
You'rr be sorry when it's over
When you've had your taste of freedom
Don't come crying on my shourder

Dare to change your mind
You'rr be sorry when it's over
When you've had your taste of freedom
Don't come crying on my shourder

Dare to change your mind
You'rr be sorry when it's over
When you've had your taste of freedom
Don't come crying on my shourder