| Song | Boys Own |
| Artist | Alison Moyet |
| Album | Essex |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Glenister, Moyet | |
| How are you, can I look a little closer | |
| Well let me introduce you to | |
| Say how d'you do believer | |
| So tell me is he young enough | |
| Or could it be hung up enough | |
| And does he help to keep it up when he's handing | |
| It out to please you | |
| Do you ever think the night away | |
| How about the day ain't it getting long | |
| These eggshell hearts you're tripping on | |
| Oh when you've got money you can build a bomb | |
| Oh it's beautiful, touching up your lonely nights | |
| Oh how you shine when you throw all the suckers on | |
| Tired of every single one | |
| Oh you're filth, you're filth, you're filthy | |
| And someone' gonna hose you down | |
| You're gonna be sorry for the way you whore a life around | |
| Now tell me he is young enough | |
| Or could it be hung up enough | |
| Or maybe just hung up enough to keep it up when you're flagging | |
| Do you ever soak the night away | |
| How about the day ain't it getting long | |
| These eggshell hearts you're tripping on |
| zuo ci : Glenister, Moyet | |
| How are you, can I look a little closer | |
| Well let me introduce you to | |
| Say how d' you do believer | |
| So tell me is he young enough | |
| Or could it be hung up enough | |
| And does he help to keep it up when he' s handing | |
| It out to please you | |
| Do you ever think the night away | |
| How about the day ain' t it getting long | |
| These eggshell hearts you' re tripping on | |
| Oh when you' ve got money you can build a bomb | |
| Oh it' s beautiful, touching up your lonely nights | |
| Oh how you shine when you throw all the suckers on | |
| Tired of every single one | |
| Oh you' re filth, you' re filth, you' re filthy | |
| And someone' gonna hose you down | |
| You' re gonna be sorry for the way you whore a life around | |
| Now tell me he is young enough | |
| Or could it be hung up enough | |
| Or maybe just hung up enough to keep it up when you' re flagging | |
| Do you ever soak the night away | |
| How about the day ain' t it getting long | |
| These eggshell hearts you' re tripping on |
| zuò cí : Glenister, Moyet | |
| How are you, can I look a little closer | |
| Well let me introduce you to | |
| Say how d' you do believer | |
| So tell me is he young enough | |
| Or could it be hung up enough | |
| And does he help to keep it up when he' s handing | |
| It out to please you | |
| Do you ever think the night away | |
| How about the day ain' t it getting long | |
| These eggshell hearts you' re tripping on | |
| Oh when you' ve got money you can build a bomb | |
| Oh it' s beautiful, touching up your lonely nights | |
| Oh how you shine when you throw all the suckers on | |
| Tired of every single one | |
| Oh you' re filth, you' re filth, you' re filthy | |
| And someone' gonna hose you down | |
| You' re gonna be sorry for the way you whore a life around | |
| Now tell me he is young enough | |
| Or could it be hung up enough | |
| Or maybe just hung up enough to keep it up when you' re flagging | |
| Do you ever soak the night away | |
| How about the day ain' t it getting long | |
| These eggshell hearts you' re tripping on |