Lyrics

[Chorus] Look into my lens Give me all you got Work it for me, baby Let me take my best shot [Verse 1] Meet the pretty boys A line of bicycles for hire Objects of desire Working for the squire You can look, but you'd better not touch [Verse 2] 'Cause here come the pretty boys They're gonna set your world on fire Objects of desire Preaching to the choir They can talk, but they never say much [Chorus] Strike another pose Try to feel the light Hey, the camera loves you Don't put up a fight [Instrumental Break] [Verse 3] There go the pretty boys A row of cottages for rent For your main event They're what the angels sent You can look but you'd better not touch [Chorus] Look into my lens Try to feel the light Hey, the camera loves you It's gonna be alright [Verse 1] Oh, here come the pretty boys A line of bicycles for hire Objects of desire When they're working for the squire You can look, but you'd better not touch [Outro] The pretty boys (You'd better not touch) The pretty boys (But you'd better not touch) The pretty boys