See the little boy lost: walking through this world alone He ain't looking for a lover, he's just looking for a home

But, if you want any sympathy then look to someone else Cause he's not true to anyone, not even to himself He'll have sixteen different versions of the truth or so you'll find While he's hiding all his pain down on the black side of his mind With that body he'll let anybody hold, but the devil's got his soul

But if you take him, take him easy Treat him gentle, he used to love me

See the little boy lost, pleading silently for help Knowing no one understands him, he don't understand himself

He'll feed your hungry ego til you think you're quite a man But you better count your fingers when he turns loose of your hand Cause you're just a game he's playing any way that he can win And you ain't about to touch him any deeper than his skin Oh, that body anybody can control, but the devil's got his soul

But if you take him, take him easy Treat him gentle, he used to love me

The End