Little Stallion with a Glass Jaw

Little Stallion, did I catch your eye?
Did I notice a limp
As you ascended the crystal stairs on the way
To your well appointed room?
Oh, little buck, why must you join the fisticuffs?
Why must you risk your slender wrists to the fray?
Toy piano tinklings punctuate your every step
But lately your gait sounds a mess
Oh, so many boys, so many boys, so many boys
So many antlers to be tossed off
Oh, so many pearls, so many pearls, so many pearls
So many pearls to be polished off
It’s all over, all over, all over, my lovely little twist
It’s all over, all over, all over
Your face is a mess
So, now the hunted joins the pack
Hackles thrown and joins the fray
Ferreted out the weak one
«Say my name. Say my name.»
…corralled from the parade route
(stupid spats and stupid curls)
With promises of princely things
Promises of polished pearls
So, now the hunted joins the pack
Rubber knives cut the air
Sends vibrations through glass jaws
Little Stallion, did I see you there?
Send the matadors to their goring
Raise the flag, it’s all in the wrist
All holes but no glory
It will soon be over, my little twist
It’s all over, all over, all over
It’s all over, all over, all over
So many boys, so many boys, so many boys
So many antlers to be tossed off
Oh, so many pearls, so many pearls, so many pearls
So many pearls to be polished off
It’s all over, all over, all over
My lovely, little twist
It’s all over, all over, all over
Your face is a mess