I know the rulesnWhen I’m with Tommy my friendnI give all of my eye contactnTo his girlfriendnnThen I’m not a threatnBut even when I do it perfectnShe sometimes still gets scarednI won’t hurt younnBlazing rednDon’t you lie down deadnDon’t you drink that poisonnIt’s no good for younnI can mind my mannersnAnd treat your mother nicenAll the women who gave birth to usnI recognizenI see when they are happy for usnAnd when they misunderstandnI’m carrying a torch for themnI won’t get burned by itnnChorusnnInstead of getting smallernInstead of lowering my headnI become my soulnI become my soulnAnd it’s blazing red