Pretty Boys - Paul McCartney

Look into my lens

Give me all you got

Work it for me, baby

Let me take my best shot

Meet the pretty boys

A line of bicycles for hire

Objects of desire

Working for the esquire

You can look

But you better not touch

Cause here come the pretty boys

They gonna set your world on fire

Objects of desire

Preaching to the choir

They can talk but they never say much

Strike another pose

Try to feel the light

Hey, the camera loves you

Don’t put up a fight

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 better not touch

Look into my lens

Try to feel the light

Hey, the camera loves you

IT’s gonna be alright

Here come the pretty boys

A line of bicycles for hire

Objects of desire

But they’re working for the esquire

You can look but you better not touch

The pretty boys (you better not touch)

The pretty boys (but you better not touch)

The pretty boys