I'll be a boy in a magazine I'll mean nothing to you, you'll mean nothing to me You asked to go so I guess that'll I'll leave and just be a boy in a magazine
I'll clap my hand then pour in some sorrow I stole some things from you I could have easily borrowed
When you were pissed and on the rack I waited around but now I'm packing my bags To live on street in Hollywood They will love me there
I'll be a boy in a magazine I'll mean nothing to you, you'll mean nothing to me You asked to go so I guess that'll I'll leave and just be a boy in a magazine
I won't have a bed I'll still have my string stained hands I got home where animals are buried in the back yard
When you were pissed and on the rack I waited around but now I'm packing my bags To live on street in Hollywood They will love me there
I'll be a boy in a magazine I'll mean nothing to you, you'll mean nothing to me You asked to go so I guess that'll I'll leave and just be a boy in a magazine