From the recording First Flight 101
Allan Kinney wrote this song with the inner voice of a woman, telling the tale of men approaching women in inappropriate ways. It’s about men being that “little boy” who doesn't understand boundaries. Let’s stop the violence and harassment towards woman.
Lyrics
You tell me some lines of your brother
And you pour me some wine from another
And you sit too near and whisper in my ear,
“Be mine, dear – be mine!”
Your hot-headed comic book heroes
With hips as thin as a magazine
And lips that burn with every page you turn
Are right here in our crime scene
The colours all run away
This place we’re in is all shades of grey
You still see me in white, on this, my blackest night
For once I pray for the light of day
Go home – it’s really late
Stay in your bed tonight, I’ll be alright
I have faith in my fate
It’s too late, little boy – it’s too late
It’s too late, little boy
I never really noticed your stare
I couldn’t find it in me to care
But now that the tide’s turned, your Superman sideburns
Exclaim that I should beware
The candle’s burned half-way down
It’s half past over in our little town
And if you read in the dark, you won’t tell me apart
From Cinderella dressed up in her gown
The colours all run away
This place we’re in is all shades of grey
You still see me in white, on this, my blackest night
For once I pray for the light of day
Go home – it’s really late
Stay in your bed tonight, I’ll be alright
I have faith in my fate
It’s too late, little boy – it’s too late
It’s too late, little boy