Sweet Thing — текст песни (David Bowie)

Its safe in the city, to love in a doorway

To wrangle some screens from the door

And isnt it me, putting pain in a stranger?

Like a portrait in flesh, who trails on a leash

Will you see that Im scared and Im lonely?

So Ill break up my room, and yawn and i

Run to the centre of things

Where the knowing one says



Boys, boys, its a sweet thing

Boys, boys, its a sweet thing, sweet thing

If you want it, boys, get it here, thing

cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing



Im glad that youre older than me

Makes me feel important and free

Does that make you smile, isnt that me?

Im in your way, and Ill steal every moment

If his trade is a curse, then Ill bless you

And turn to the crossroads, and hamburgers, and



Boys, boys, its a sweet thing

Boys, boys, its a sweet thing, sweet thing

If you want it, boys, get it here, thing

cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing