Look at me
Nothing bad is ever going to happen to you again
Although you are a solid pile of hate
You're still pretty like a cake
Pulling out a bat at the Kill Me Court
Slaps me that I can't handle you
But yes, no, yes, no, yes
Tell me how to love

Boy soprano, take me away from here
Boy soprano, where will we go tonight?
Boy soprano, do what you can to shock me
Boy soprano, boy, boy, boy

When you get to be my age
The police don't assume that you
Still like to light things on fire
Bearing that in mind
I wouldn't trust me, either

But it was the two of us watching
Two bunnies hop across
The Peach Street gang
Yes, no, yes, no, yes
Confide in me, you don't want to die

Look back from the stains on my gloves
To the stains on yours
Thanks for telling me vodka is a poncy drink
But little man, the handball is in your court

Boy soprano, take me away from here
Boy soprano, where will we go tonight?
Boy soprano, do what you can to shock me
Boy soprano, I hope you make it, I hope you have