Street’s like a jungle,
So call the police!
Following the herd,
Down to Greece, 
On holiday.
Love in the nineties,
Is paranoid!
On sunny beaches,
Take your chances,
Looking for…

Girls who are boys,
Who like boys to be girls.
Who do boys like they’re girls,
Who do girls like they’re boys.
Always should be someone, 
You really love!

Avoiding all work,
’Cos there’s none available.
Like battery thinkers,
Count your thoughts, 
On one, two, three, four, five fingers.
Nothing is wasted,
Only reproduced.
You get nasty blisters,
Du bist sehr schen.
But we haven’t been introduced.

Girls who are boys,
Who like boys to be girls.
Who do boys like they’re girls,
Who do girls like they’re boys.
Always should be someone, 
You really love!

Girls who are boys,
Who like boys to be girls.
Who do boys like they’re girls,
Who do girls like they’re boys.
Always should be someone, 
You really love! 

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah…
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah…

Looking for...

Girls who are boys,
Who like boys to be girls.
Who do boys like they’re girls,
Who do girls like they’re boys.
Always should be someone, 
You really love!

Girls who are boys,
Who like boys to be girls.
Who do boys like they’re girls,
Who do girls like they’re boys.
Always should be someone, 
You really love!

Girls who are boys,
Who like boys to be girls.
Who do boys like they’re girls,
Who do girls like they’re boys.
Always should be someone, 
You really love!

(c) D-Me