| NANCY BOY Alcoholic, kinda mood, lose my clothes, lose my lube, Cruising for a piece of fun, looking out for number one, Different partner, every night, so narcotic, outta sight, What a gas, what a beautiful ass, And it all breaks down at the role reversal, Got the muse in my head, shes universal, Spinning me round, shes coming over me. And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal, Got the muse in my head, shes universal, Spinning me round, shes coming over me. Kinda buzz that lasts for days, had some help from insect ways, Comes across all shy and coy, just another nancy boy, Woman, man, or modern monkey, just another happy junkie, Fifty pounds, press my button going down, And it all breaks down at the role reversal, Got the muse in my head, shes universal, Spinning me round, shes coming over me. And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal, Got the muse in my head, shes universal, Spinning me round, shes coming over me. Does his make-up, in his room, douse himself with cheap perfume, Eyeholes in a paper bag, greatest lay I ever had, Kinda guy who mates for life, gotta help him find a wife, We're a couple, when our, bodies double, And it all breaks down at the role reversal, Got the muse in my head, shes universal, Spinning me round, shes coming over me. And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal, Got the muse in my head, shes universal, Spinning me round, shes coming over me. And it all breaks down at the role reversal, Got the muse in my head, shes universal, Spinning me round, shes coming over me. And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal, Got the muse in my head, shes universal, Spinning me round, shes coming over me. |