Woorden:
The Boy Least Likely To

rough with the smooth I know it hurts Me more than it ever would you Fur soft as fur Fresh strawberries and cream Sometimes, at work I feel like a machine

the shops in prams This town is full of monsters Peeping out from under parked cars In multi-storey car park Evil little eyes like fairy lights Blinking

broken so easily So just be gentle, be gentle with me Wide awake, waiting like a target Listening for things I cannot see Insects flutter up against my window I don't like

Pushing through the topsoil, I'm blinking in the light Shading my eyes from the morning sun I just wish that I could still see the world sometimes The

Warm milk and honey Sweeten my teeth. From little acorns you.. You quietly made me.. Made me into me. Paper thin skin stretched Over my bones. From shells

I've got nothing to worry about, So I worry about nothing. I think I've got fleas or some tropical disease And my spider-sense is tingling. I've got

As sweet as a plum and lovely as dawn Rolling its tongue over its gums Like tiger and me as happy as could be Sat out on the porch As the whole of the

Vertaling: The Boy minst vaak naar. Warm Panda Cola.

Vertaling: The Boy minst vaak naar. Sleeping With A Gun Under My Pillow.