's just the business I'm in This ain't a scene, it?s a god damn arms race This ain't a scene, it?s a god damn arms race This ain't a scene, it?s a god
to do to you The truth hurts worse Than anything I could bring myself to do to you Do you remember the way I held your hand? Under the lamp post and ran home This
the boy, the boy, the boy The honest truth, the real McCoy If you're the boy, the boy, the boy Then make me feel like a movie. This girl, this girl,
wore Girl, you make me want to feel The things I've never felt before Girl, you make me want to feel Did I say I'm just a boy? Did I say I'm just a boy
boy won't be happy 'til he sees you cry This boy wouldn?t mind the pain Would always seem the same If this boy gets you back again This boy, this boy, this
this soup? I look in the mirror, I know I'm not good enough to eat I'll tell you something, my hunger has nothing to do with greed So I bleed This
turning my back on this life For as long as I can Someone make me star 'Cause I sure as hell can't be a man I'm too fragile and clever you know And this
You are now entering a Bad Boy zone You are now entering a Bad Boy zone You are now entering a Bad Boy zone Yeah This is for the niggas who ain't got
the phone and checked the mirror Sort of like ESP I could hear her Heart beating engaged with the groove And all I could say to myself was damn this boy
me?" This can't turn into love, no The rose petals were all in the air Just might need that firetruck to come and get me Dip me in water 'cause this boy
could they do this to us? This boy, this boy How could they make such a fuss? Over this boy, this boy Not much to compare him to This boy, this boy
This boy wants to play, there's no time left today It's a shame 'cause he has to go home This boy's got to work, got to sweat Just to pay what he gets
Still I rocked and rolled all night I was a bad boy dear Santa Your bringing nothing for me I fear All this rocking put coal in the stocking Of a bad, bad boy this
better than you Bye boy, run to your mother An' this boy's so spectacular Not a boy, but a wealthy bachelor Oh, yes I am spectacular Not a boy, but a
account say nigga? Oh, that's all? They shippin' boys off, they fightin' in Iraq This soldiers in that war that ain't never gon' make it back Nigga, this
be happy Till he's seen you cry This boy wouldn't mind the pain Would always feel the same If this boy gets you back again This boy, this boy, this boy
