Little boy why did you have to chase me so hard didn't your mother show you what to do didn't your father tell you not to push Little boy we could have been great friends but you frightened me to death you see you made a rabbit out of me and now we can't go back to being anything perhaps I ought to thank you for you took my innocence away and made me cruel how did you know I'd need that later on you taught me to hide and you taught me to lie and to tremble at the telephone to scream but never cry surely you were wise beyond your years for you planted in me unknown fears that since I've met time and again I wish I could have known it then I might have been grateful for the experience rather than for the darkness so useful to the hunted deer who doesn't know the way but really I would not have known into how many arms a girl will let herself be thrown just to escape the one who wants her most better to dance with ten who won't remember her name than to be asked by one who can't forget it Little boy you made me feel guilt that day which never fully went away you told the world you hated me and that's when I began to see how much it must have hurt to have dressed up in your first clean shirt and hope like hell she'd understand the things you felt, and take your hand but damn you little boy I never had a chance you couldn't see I wasn't ready for what you monsters call romance Little boy you never looked at me the same as though you didn't know my name and in the end you made me hate myself for hurting you but no one ever stopped to tell me what I ought to do Little boy maybe someday you'll walk my way and listen to the song I play and if you're still fond of passing notes perhaps we'll shed our children's coats and talk an hour or two of what's become of us and why that finally we might say hello, forgive, and say goodbyeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
