Lyrics Give It to the Soft Boys - The Soft Boys

Give It to the Soft Boys

Feel like asking a tree for an autograph
And I feel like making love to a photograph
Photographs don’t smell
Yeah-- Give it to the Soft Boys!
Soft Boys
Well, I told you, baby, I was the only one
Then I left myself and now you’re the lonely one
Machines can’t jerk
Well hard boys groove and wide boys masturbate
But then soft boys wind up with a Doctor Messerschmitt
He just a-109s 'em