Disarm you with a smileAnd cut you like you want me toCut that little childInside of me and such a part of youOoh, the years burnI used to be a little boySo old in my shoesAnd what I choose is my choiceWhat's a boy supposed to do?The killer in me is the killer in youMy loveI send this smile over to youDisarm you with a smileAnd leave you like they left me hereTo wither in denialThe bitterness of one who's left aloneOoh, the years burnOoh, the years burn, burn, burnI used to be a little boySo old in my shoesAnd what I choose is my voiceWhat's a boy supposed to do?The killer in me is the killer in youMy loveI send this smile over to youThe killer in me is the killer in youDisarm (Smashing Pumpkins)
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Disarm you with a smileAnd cut you like you want me toCut that little childInside of me and such a part of youOoh, the years burnI used to be a little boySo old in my shoesAnd what I choose is my choiceWhat's a boy supposed to do?The killer in me is the killer in youMy loveI send this smile over to youDisarm you with a smileAnd leave you like they left me hereTo wither in denialThe bitterness of one who's left aloneOoh, the years burnOoh, the years burn, burn, burnI used to be a little boySo old in my shoesAnd what I choose is my voiceWhat's a boy supposed to do?The killer in me is the killer in youMy loveI send this smile over to youThe killer in me is the killer in youDisarm (Smashing Pumpkins)