Son of dorian gray

If it rains, I'll take you to Victoria 
Get a train, that might take you home 
Or a plane that goes to California 
Where the gays and dreamers go 
 
Had a band with a man you couldn't trust 
Couldn't stand his unrestrained lust 
 
Liked a boy, but went out with his girlfriend 
She was coy, and he was au fait 
Wrote a hit, but made it so ironic 
Sales were shit, art doesn't pay 
Had a band with a man you couldn't trust 
Couldn’t stand his unrestrained lust
 
You're the son of Dorian Gray 
Beauty withstands decay 
 
No make-up runs 
In the cold London rain 
 
I would like to do the driving for you 
If a tour materialised 
To Japan and maybe California 
See it all through your clear eyes 
Had a band with a man you couldn't trust 
Fifty grand turning into dust 
 
You're the son of Dorian Gray 
Beauty withstands decay 
 
No make-up runs 
In the cold London rain 
Beauty withstands decay 
The son of Dorian Gray 
No make-up runs 
In the cold London rain