Tekster: David Bowie. Sweet Thing.

It's safe in the city to love in a doorway
To wrangle some screams from the dawn
And isn't it me, putting pain in a stranger?
Like a portrait in flesh who trails on a leash

Will you see that I'm scared and I'm lonely?
So I'll break up my room and yawn
And I run to the center of things
Where the knowing one says

"Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing
Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing, sweet thing"
If you want it, boys, get it here, thing
'Cause hope boys is a cheap thing, cheap thing

I'm glad that you're older than me
Makes me feel important and free
Does that make you smile, isn't that me?
I'm in your way, and I'll steal every moment
If this trade is a curse, then I'll bless you
And turn to the crossroads of Hamburg, as in

Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing
Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing, sweet thing
If you want it, boys, get it here, thing
My hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing