Prince Johnny - St. Vincent

Prince Johnny, you’re kind but you’re not simple

By now, I think I know the difference

You wanna be a son of someone

Remember the time we went and snorted

That piece of the Berlin Wall that you’d extorted

And we had such a laugh of it?

Prostrate on my carpet

You traced the Andes with your index

And brag of when and where and who you gonna bed next

All with sons of someone’s

All with sons of someone’s

Saw you pray to all to make you a real boy

Saw you pray to all to make you a real boy

Prince Johnny, you’re kind, but do be careful

By now I know just when to stand clear

When all your friends and acolytes are holding

Court in bathroom stalls

Where you pray to all to make you a real boy

Saw you pray to all to make you a real boy

But honey, don’t mistake my affection

For another spit-and-penny style redemption

Cause we’re all sons of someone’s

We’re all sons of someone’s

I wanna mean more than I mean to you

I wanna mean more than I meant to him

So I pray to all to make me a real girl

So I pray to all to make me a real girl

So I pray to all, all, all, all