Roberto Jacketti & The Scooters
Roberto Jacketti & The Scooters - Little Bo(o)y songtekst
Je score:
Little boy with pretty eyes Watches t.v., never cries Thinks it’s right to have a quarrel Thinks it’s right to stop a fight From the outside it’s all business But you’d better look inside There he’s standing Don’t know what to do or say All alone now Not always been that way And where (where is he running for) An why (why did he shot that door) Oh, he is so afraid to fall Always on the run It’s is age what they told him Now you see him he’s shoutin’ for help And he is a prisoner of fame Little boy with pretty eyes Watches t.v., never cries Having problems growin’ up Searches for answers but in vain From the outside he’s so cool But what goes on inside his brain Now he’s laughin’ Standing there his feet won’t move And look he turns around now And just ignores what they say And where (where is he running for) An why (why did he shot that door) Oh, he is so afraid to fall Always on the run It’s is age what they told him Now you see him he’s shoutin’ for help And he is a prisoner of fame Everytime he thinks he’s odd Then you see him, no he’s not Those secret feelings… Going on and on and on…..