Paul Mccartney - Pretty Boys lyrics

Look into my lens Give me all you got Work it for me, baby Let me take my best shot Meet the pretty boys A line of bicycles for hire Objects of desire Working for the squire You can look, but you'd better not touch Cause here come the pretty boys They gonna set your world on fire Objects of desire Preaching to the choir They can talk, but they never say much Strike another pose Try to feel the light Hey, the camera loves you Don't put up a fight There go the pretty boys A row of cottages for rent For your main event They're what the angels sent You can look, but you'd better not touch Look into my lens Try to feel the light Hey, the camera loves you It's gonna be alright Oh, here come the pretty boys A line of bicycles for hire Objects of desire When they're working for the squire You can look, but you'd better not touch The pretty boys (you'd better not touch) The pretty boys (but you'd better not touch) The pretty boys