Some boys are filling, some boys are filling the hole
They´re making the killing at the top of the billings
Their role, and that´s all that they know
But some boys don´t listen, some boys don´t listen at all
They don´t ask for permission, they lack inhibitions
No walls, and they get what they want

But some boys don´t know how to love

Some boys are singing, some boys are singing the blues
Joylessly flinging with the girls that they´re bringing to their rooms
And then leave them, they´re through
Some boys are sleeping, some boys are sleeping alone
Cause there´s no one that´s keeping them warm through evening
They know that they´re on their own

Some boys don´t know how to love

Some boys are filling, some boys are filling the hole
Some boys are sleeping, some boys are sleeping alone

Some boys don´t know how to love [x4]

They won´t get what they want