| Save your point of view | |
| For the manic charm that he puts you through | |
| When he wears your pearls, your ruby dress | |
| And he looks so good with his sunken chest | |
| There's a certain charm | |
| To the pretty boy that is on my arm | |
| He's my double friend, a boy and a girl when he says: | |
| Paint my face, lick your mouth | |
| Fake a yawn and we'll go out and glow | |
| We're on our way to somewhere in particular | |
| I'll take you somewhere, where you haven't been | |
| And I'll show you a good time, like you've never seen | |
| Here comes the big rush | |
| There's a special ring | |
| To his Cuban heels and his six-pack swing | |
| His mother's clothes are his new disguise | |
| And his good advice when he says: | |
| Vanity's a virtue, lets no one in to hurt you | |
| I'll take you somewhere, where you haven't been | |
| And I'll show you a good time, like you've never seen | |
| Here comes the big rush | |
| You're one of the boys | |
| Pump that pipe dream, sell you something | |
| New, new, new | |
| We're on our way to somehwere in particular | |
| I'll take you somewhere, where you haven't been | |
| And I'll show you a good time, like you've never seen | |
| Here comes the big rush | |
| You're one of the boys | |
| Pump that pipe dream, sell you something pump that pipe dream, sell you something | |
| New new |