Give It to the Soft Boys

Feel like asking a tree for an autograph

And I feel like making love to a photograph

Photographs don't smell

Yeah-- Give it to the Soft Boys!

Soft Boys

Well, I told you, baby, I was the only one

Then I left myself and now you're the lonely one

Machines can't jerk

Well hard boys groove and wide boys masturbate

But then soft boys wind up with a Doctor Messerschmitt

He just a-109s 'em