Pretty Boy

Dear boy in silvery blue Do the lights blind you? How many girls find you? It's a paparazzi zoo You own the ramp notoriously The lion in his territory Splashed all over local papers That poison women with its vapors They eat you up Yet you continue to jump From a tulip to a rose You want them all when you pose Maybe there's a side to you That is somewhat new Could it be that you are genuine Or is a chase destined to ruin? Prince Charming requests my trust I suppose he's consumed with lust I've only seen love leaving Which sparks hesitation within