Rough Trade by The Truants Lyrics

He's a pervert and a queer
And he'd like to know you better
He is in his room daydreaming
Of the things you did together

You were rough trade
Well-paid
Demon for a night

But the coldest stars it happens
Can sometimes shine so bright

He's a faggot and a sissy
And he's always been too pretty
For his own damn good
And he's never done the things a man should

But you can't forget
His lipstick-stubble kiss
When he whispered "make a wish
On a cold, cold star"
He's a lover and a hater
But he's so much morе the latter
And it doesn't rеally matter
Much to him how much it hurts
And he hasn't got much pity
For the weak ones of this city
For the poseurs and pretenders
Who have never learned surrender

Oh but rough trade
Well-paid
Can't get you off his mind
You were kissing like the starved
You were touching like the blind

Oh and rough trade
Well played
Service with a sneer
What scares you most is that it's not
The cash that brought you here

And he is at an impasse
And you're his one-time toy
Because he's not into breeders
And you're not into boys!
He's a pervert and a queer
And he'd like to know you better...