[Intro] [Verse] Look into my lens Give me all you got Work it for me baby Let me take my best shot [Chorus 1] Meet the pretty boys A line of bicycles for hire Objects of desire       Working for the squire    You can look but you’d better not touch   [Chorus 2] Cause here come the pretty boys They’re gonna set your world on fire Objects of desire       Preaching to the choir They can talk but they never say much   [Verse 2] Strike another pose Try to feel the light Hey the camera loves you Don’t put up a fight [Instrumental] [Chorus 3] There go the pretty boys A row of cottages for rent For your main event       They’re what the angels sent You can look but you’d better not touch   [Verse 3] Look into my lens Try to feel the light Hey the camera loves you It’s gonna be alright [Chorus] Oh here come the pretty boys A line of bicycles for hire Objects of desire       When they’re working for the squire You can look but you’d better not touch   [Outro] The pretty boys (you’d better not touch)   The pretty boys (but you’d better not touch)   The pretty boys