Percussion Baby

Keeps me awake now

Keep your snowman

Rats man come down

But cushion baby

walking down the street

pretty lady

That you never meet

But cushion baby

On the cover of a magazine

magazine, loveliest lady that you've ever seen. Don't sing me, babe, 'cause I'm not a little boy.

Don't treat me like a toy, 'cause every day is Sunday when you're super full of joy.

I ain't percussion baby, I'm not your little boy.

I don't want to see you fade away Leaving right now and hidden is the best way

Percussion, baby, I hear you walk away

Tip-tap-tapping on your high heels, say

I'm going to make love to you someday

When I grow up, I'm so full of fear

You never said maybe, maybe, but I'm not your little toy, I'm not your baby, I'm not your

little boy.