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From Gay New York by George Chauncey: 

I'd go back to wanting dudes who give nothing

I have a boyfriend he's older than us/ He's doing I don't know what

I've been breaking hearts a long time, and / Toyin' with them older guys / Just playthings for me to use

And when the band asks "do you have a man?" / I can still say "I don't remember"

Cause all the boys and their expensive cars / With their Range Rovers and their Jaguars / Never took me quite where you do

I have a boyfriend / Haven't seen him in a couple of months

He can't see the smile I'm faking / And my heart's not breaking / 'Cause I'm not feeling anything at all

He will try to take away my pain / And he just might make me smile / But the whole time I'm wishing he was you instead

Fake love out on the town / Cryin' in the bathroom for some dude / Whose name I can't remember now

And he can be my jailer / Burton to this Taylor

Now it's big black cars and Riviera views / And your lover in the foyer doesn't even know you

I never trust a narcissist / But they love me / So I play 'em like a violin / And I make it look oh so easy / for every lie I tell them

I never trust a playboy / But they love me / So I fly him all around the world / And I let them think they saved me

He's in the room / Your opal eyes are all I wish to see / He wants what's only yours

Bad, bad boy shiny toy with a price / You know that I bought it