Paroles de The Stud

He's too young to die Too old to cry If he talks of love People might laugh He's too tough for love Too butch to cry He's a stud, a stud, a stud, a stud One and only friend His motorbike Speedin' on the road Wind in his eyes Beatin' up the old Too shy to fight He's a stud, a stud, a stud, a stud He's too proud to jerk Too pretty to work Standin' in a street Trousers too tight He's sellin' himself To make a few bucks He's a stud, a stud, a stud, a stud Sure, he lies, he cheats Whenever we meet He has no finesse Just a pretty face He's so good I can't send him away He's a stud, a stud, a stud, a stud A stud, a stud A 50 dollar-leather-trousered-stud!