I look at you look at them.
Oh how you adore them.
How I want to be them.
Feeling concious and insecure,
I turn to you.
Turn to you and say.
I wanna be the boys that you adore on the pages,
On the pages of your favorite magazine.
I wanna be the boy that makes you weak,
weak at your words.
I wanna be the boys that you adore on the pages,
On the pages of your favorite magazine.
I wanna be the boy that makes you weak.
I want to sing you something pretty,
I want to make your heart race,
I want to be the reason for your tapping foot.
I can't live up to them.
Seeing you in adoration
Makes me turn to you,
Turn to you and say..
I wanna be the boys that you adore on the pages,
On the pages of your favorite magazine.
I wanna be the boy that makes you weak,
weak at your words.
I wanna be the boys that you adore on the pages,
On the pages of your favorite magazine.
I wanna be the boy that makes you weak.
Try to tell myself that you're nothing special.
I can lie to them, but not to me.
I wanna be the boys that you adore on the pages,
On the pages of your favorite magazine.
I wanna be the boy that makes you weak,
weak at your words.
I wanna be the boys that you adore on the pages,
On the pages of your favorite magazine.
I wanna be the boy that makes you weak.
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