So letâ??s be done with this. You said â??I want you, I donâ??t want another, I want a girl who knows how to suffer.â? Chalk down my hands, I need to work the bars dry. So now youâ??re in the middle of someone terrible and youâ??re carrying a tiny crucible. Every raw boy want relief. You tough guys with the glass jaws, your pins, your backstage laws, your French positions, your stripper damage. Itâ??s more than you can hide, more than you can manage. Iâ??m done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the dark boys, I swear youâ??ll be the last one. Iâ??m done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the black cotton mafia. You dream of a girl with silver skin, you dream of a girl cooled and thinned. Sheâ??s gone a bit blue around the edges. You want a girl who sucks her thumb when she comes, youâ??re just looking for a clean sleep. She doesnâ??t want to see you, she wants to be seen by the cameras, the crews and the soft machines. You want a girl who could suck the chrome. Youâ??re so rocked and wrapped in anguish, some little tragedy Iâ??m slow to extinguish. Watching the suitors stagger home, now Iâ??m butcher, now youâ??re bone. Iâ??m done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the black cotton mafia. Iâ??m done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the dark boys, I swear youâ??ll be the last one. Itâ??s documented, tequila scented. You want a girl whoâ??s pale and bled, you want a girl whoâ??s easily led. Her slim hips, your tight grip, tell me it doesnâ??t hurt just a little bit boy. Come on, copy, she doesnâ??t read you, she fed, fed the hand that bit her, she doesnâ??t need you. Your fill-in girls, your soft metal foxes, your white receipts, your big, black boxes. Life doesnâ??t mean telling lies, it means enduring what you despise. Iâ??m done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the dark boys, I swear youâ??ll be the last one. Iâ??m done, Iâ??m through.