There's never been such grave a matter
As comparing our new brand name black sunglasses
All these poses, such beautiful poses
Makes any boy feel as pretty as princes
The green autumnal parks conducting
All the city streets a wondrous chorus
Singing all these poses, oh, how can you blame me
Life is a game and true love is a trophy
And you said, watch my head about it
Baby you said, watch my head about it
My head about it... Oh no, oh no, oh no.
Oh no, oh no, no kidding.
Rufus Wainwright: Poses