84 lyrics for "About the boy"

Bring a nickel; tap your feet. Willy and the Poorboys are playin' Down on the corner, out in the street Down on the corner, out in the street, Early in the evenin' just about supper time, Over by the courthouse they're starting to unwind. Four kids on
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I choose you, I choose you I choose you, to be by my side I choose you, to hold me at night It's the biggest decision I'm about to get right When we're born into this world We don't really get to say Little boys and little girls handed the brand new
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All Through The Day, I dream about the night, Down smiles the moon, The kiss, I dreamed of, Here with you. I wish away the time, Until the time, When I'm here with you. Down falls the sun,
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When these open doors were open-ended Two more weeks And I read about the afterlife I'm good to go My foot is in the door, yeah I can't sleep In the wake of Saturday (Saturday)
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What tonight looks like Yeah, what my baby told me Oh, what my baby told me She said "I likes my big daddy, but I'm crazy about his Pontiac" We gon' drive out on the highway, turn the bright lights on Oh, driving on the highway, and he cut the bright
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I wanna show you off Damn girl lookin' so pretty How's about a little drive to the city Hey babe spend the night with me Make the downtown boys jealous when you kiss me I know you like it That I'm shy and kinda quiet But tonight I
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I hope I stay close Oh, cause I had my doubts, oh! Don't take my baby boy Don't take my pride and joy Little hands, little feet Tiny heart, tiny beat Oh, thinkin' about the time we spent falling in love (in love) I don't wanna leave you I don't want him
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I'm gonna be ready this time I'm ready to run Ready, ready, ready, ready, ready to run All I'm ready to do is have some fun What's all this talk about love When the train rolls by When the boy gets that look in his eye When my momma says I look good in
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Bad to the bone, yeah, the bone marrow All I give a fuck about is that dinero They say "You a fool boy, what’s wrong with Gerald?" I’m bad to the bone, yeah, the bone marrow The British are here The Bay is here, you know? Pull up in that Bruce Wayne
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Can you believe me when I say, there's nothing I like better, Than just to sit here and talk with you. Although I'll rant and I'll rave about one thing and another The beauty of it is, hope you'll agree, though I'm a poor boy, I can still be happy, As
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