I'll be a boy in a magazine
I'll mean nothing to you, you'll mean nothing to me
You asked to go so I guess that'll I'll leave and just be a boy in a magazine
I'll clap my hand then pour in some sorrow
I stole some things from you I could have easily borrowed
When you were pissed and on the rack
I waited around but now I'm packing my bags
To live on street in Hollywood
They will love me there
I'll be a boy in a magazine
I'll mean nothing to you, you'll mean nothing to me
You asked to go so I guess that'll I'll leave and just be a boy in a magazine
I won't have a bed
I'll still have my string stained hands
I got home where animals are buried in the back yard
When you were pissed and on the rack
I waited around but now I'm packing my bags
To live on street in Hollywood
They will love me there
I'll be a boy in a magazine
I'll mean nothing to you, you'll mean nothing to me
You asked to go so I guess that'll I'll leave and just be a boy in a magazine
(repeat chorus)
I'll be a boy in a magazine(magazineeee)
(repeat)