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The Boy Who Could Be King

Early 80s

People say this love affair isn’t true

Since when do people have the right to tell us what to do

With crazy dreams and fantasies our love will long prevail

The only way to keep us apart is to lock me up in jail

 

He works hard most everyday putting lyrics down on lines

Doing thousands of interviews so his fans don’t fall behind

With all the hits that he has sung his talent is strong demand

His heart is captured in my soul and Im his forever fan

 

He’s the boy who could be king if he’d only take the consequences

In the name of mind he’s messing up my senses

Boy could be king, if he’d only let his life expand

In the name of love, his life is in my hands

 

Psychedelic eyes, fiery cheeks, and hair that’s such a fuss

Baggy clothes with sex appeal, his fashion’s colored lust

Crimson lips and soft green eyes that match a velvet gray

To all of those who criticize we wish they would go away

 

Why do we beg, why cant we ever choose

Why don’t we ever win, why do we always lose

Why do they say he is not the perfect lover

It all goes to prove you cant judge a book by its cover

 

He’s the boy who could be king if he’d only take the consequences

In the name of mind he’s messing up my senses

Boy could be king, if he’d only let his life expand

In the name of love, his life is in my hands

     This is probably THE most hilarious thing I have ever written. Why? Well, other than how completely mellow dramatic it is, it is written about George O'Dowd, aka Boy George. The concept of things like "drag queen" or "gay" just really didn't mean anything to me back then. It took a while for my young, naïve self to understand. My love of Boy George really had nothing to do with him as much as it did with his voice. There was just something very rich and soothing about his voice that I was very drawn to.  I love some of the more obscure songs on his albums. And yes, I still passionately admire his beautiful voice.  I am, thankfully, a little wiser about the rest of it! 

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