24 lyrics for "When you're a boy"
I learned that from a three year old You can be a cowboy on the moon Dig to China with a spoon Talk to Jesus on the phone Say I love you all day long And when you're wrong, you should just say so Use every crayon color that you've got A fishing pole
PlayJoan of Arc (Jeanne d'Arc) Tell the boys I'll follow you Tell the boys their time is through I'll follow you 'Cause they got no heart You're my Joan of Arc When the boys are over you Mais ce n'est pas moi Joan, it's true
PlayStop talking, we can get along We can Marvin Gaye and get it on Where you want to be, I've been before Boy, you're so much better when you don't speak I don't need your little money I can put you under something Shh, say no more No, baby, you can't do it
PlayShout to all my lost boys, sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-shouts to all my lost boys we rowdy Shout to all my lost boys, sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-shouts to all my lost boys (when you're ready) Shout to all my lost boys, sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-shouts (when you're ready) (Shout to all my
PlayI see you every day I got my eyes on you I love the way you walk You're my babe You got dimples in your jaw Said I'm crazy 'bout your walk I love the way you talk When you're talkin' that talk You're my baby
PlayGive you something good to celebrate I'll give you a taste Make it like your birthday everyday I know you like it sweet So you can have your cake Boy when you're with me So make a wish I'll make it like your birthday everyday I'll be your gift
PlayYou're the best thing about me Why am I walking away? The best things are easy to destroy The best thing that ever happened a boy I'm the kind of trouble that you enjoy Walking away When you look so good, the pain in your face doesn't show When you look
PlayYou're the best thing about me Why am I walking away? The best things are easy to destroy The best thing that ever happened a boy I'm the kind of trouble that you enjoy Walking away When you look so good, the pain in your face doesn't show When you look
PlayWe're going to shoot you But don't get the wrong idea And there's nothing in your head or pocket Throat or wallet You're appealing to emotions that I simply do not have So put your hands in the air and don't make a sound That could change just how this
PlaySounds of the city on Capitol Hill Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR And acquaintances turn to friends, I hope those friends they remember me Hold the
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