What is boring is my soul I've never use to harm What is cruel is your skin perspiring so unkind I've never used to be a boy, I've never been shy I've never used to kiss like we did last night No, it's no good I'm almost sure, it can't be good Love is to share And it's a lie I love to keep on my head 'cause if God is really fair, he'll forgive me For the things we used to say and for the guilty sleep Come, come, come Come, come, come Yeah, come, come, come Come, come, come Yeah, come, come, come Read myself in your late eyes Yeah, come, come, come Read myself in your late eyes Yeah, come, come, come