Son Of Dorian Gray - Tender Trap

If it rains, I’ll take you to Victoria

Get a train, that might take you home

Or a plane that goes to California

Where the gays and dreamers go

Had a band with a man you couldn’t trust

Couldn’t stand his unrestrained lust

Liked a boy, but went out with his girlfriend

She was coy, and he was au fait

Wrote a hit, but made it so ironic

Sales were shit, art doesn’t pay

Had a band with a man you couldn’t trust

Couldn’t stand his unrestrained lust

You’re the son of Dorian Gray

Beauty withstands decay

No make-up runs

In the cold London rain

I would like to do the driving for you

If a tour materialised

To Japan and maybe California

See it all through your clear eyes

Had a band with a man you couldn’t trust

Fifty grand turning into dust

You’re the son of Dorian Gray

Beauty withstands decay

No make-up runs

In the cold London rain

Beauty withstands decay

The son of Dorian Gray

No make-up runs

In the cold London rain