Niamh and the Nobodies - Bring It In, Bro

Brick shithouses don't fall down
But sometimes they can cry
Fuelled by beer and repressed emotion
This ones for the guys
Big man at the gym
Load up the anger on the bar
He'll go home and cry himself to sleep
He broke his enlarged steroid heart
Boys will be boys and the
Girls will be toys
But it doesn't have to be that way
Boys will be boys and the
Girls will be toys
But it doesn't have to be that way
Small man at the gig
Like a willow tree he sways
But only a bit cos if he moves too much
They might think he's gay
(What?)
Boys will be boys and the
Girls will be toys
But it doesn't have to be that way
Boys will be boys and the
Girls will be toys
But it doesn't have to be that way
What makes a boy?
What makes a toy?
And why does it have to be that way
Are you a boy?
Am I just a toy?
And why does it feel that way
Soft boys, hard boys
Sad and angry bad boys
Pretty boys and ugly boys
Lovely boys and nasty boys
Soft boys, hard boys
Sad and angry bad boys
Pretty boys and ugly boys
Lovely boys and nasty boys
Soft boys, hard boys
Sad and angry bad boys
Pretty boys and ugly boys
Lovely boys and nasty boys
Soft boys, hard boys
Sad and angry bad boys
Pretty boys and ugly boys
Lovely boys and nasty boys

Written by:
Jess Payne

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