A Bout a Boy

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The Chamberlains

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Well I'm a lad of squat stature and delicate frame
But I posture like a crown prince up front centre stage
And I can dance just as well as any other boy my age!

And I'm erudite, exquisite and my style's supreme
With shoes of fine suede and t-shirts of terylene
And yet still does Aphrodite consider me naive!

And here they come gliding like angels on the earth
With slender white midriffs wrapped in red tartan skirts
With golden hair cascading and chests round  and pert
And faces lit up vibrant with the shine of summer mirth
Well the sight of youth and beauty makes a manic heart run awry
A sickly stomach quake and a bitter throat turn dry
Thought for a moment I caught a pair of bright blue eyes
But with a vicious sideways smirk the just passed straight on by

Argh, call off the dogs, call off the dogs!
Take your fucking spotlight out of my face!
Your mocking smiles are a vile affront
The whitest bodies hold the blackest hearts of hate!
Argh, you all are dogs, you all are dogs!
With bestial appetites impossible to sate!
As the virtuous lay trampled having borne unto your brunt
But I won't be subject to that damnable fate!

'Cause I'm a lad of sour spirit and intemperate rage
Spraying bile from the confines of my befouled little cage
And I've absolved myself in full of any semblance of blame!
And I tell you, I do not forget, and much less do I forgive
And no more should nymphos tempt me as long as I might live
'Cause those whores ain't worthy of the pleasures I could give!

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