I know you say someone told you off
Every time you were generous you spoke of love
And of sensations of a certain nature
You were generous you were generous
You said
Tonight I feel like a young boy
Belonging on a star that hangs behind you
I know your big eyes
I know you saw him the fat guy in the leather
He was working for a paper
He doesn't matter he doesn't matter
He's the tincan in the gutter
You could swop him for any other
He doesn't matter he doesn't matter
Because tonight
I feel like a cowboy
Belonging on a horseback in the sunset
I saw your big eyes