He's a boy not like the others
But I love him, it's not my fault
I threw myself at him in the street
It was four in the morning
He told me: come have a coffee
We told each other about our lives
In his head there's only music
He sells records in a shop
Every night, he takes me dancing
To very very gay places
Where he has tons of friends
Yeah, I know, he likes boys
He's a boy not like the others
And I love him, it's not my fault