Hickey Underworld Sick Of Boys
Well if truth don't matter
And all signs say Hollywood's far far away
You can't tell from these liars
You're sick of boys lately
Sick of boys with a chain round your loins
And now the ruse is out
They'll be coming round for
Sick of boys with a chain round your loins
And now the ruse is out
They'll be coming round for
Well if rules don't matter
And all brothers do jetison far into space
Get your hopes up baby
Why you act so cold
Why you act so cold
You make the bathwater boil
Get your hopes up baby
Sick of boys lately
Sick of boys with a chain round your loins
And now the ruse is out
They'll be coming round for
Sick of boys with a chain round your loins
And now the ruse is out
They'll be coming round for
Sick of boys (x4)
Sick well now you're really sick
Sick of boys (x4)