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