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. That I built myself, it is my religion. And they say that I am the sick boy. Easy to say, when you don't take the risk, boy. Welcome to the narcissism. Yeah, we're united under our indifference. And I'm
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Whole town showed up. Gymnasium filled. Floor was wet. From all the tears spilled. And the preacher man said. We're all gathered today. And I'll never forget. What he had to say Chorus. It's
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. Killa. holla. listen, it's the D-I-P (Boy). Plus the R-O-C (Boy) you'll be D-O-A (Boy). Your moms will say (Oh Boy). *, ain't no stoppin 'em guns we got alot of 'em. Matter fact guroos start poppin
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this longing in my heart. I knew it right from the start. CHORUS. Oh my pretty pretty boy. I love you. Like I never ever loved no one before you. Pretty pretty boy you're mine. Just tell me you love me
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. Malhaebwa yeah neukkyeobwa mm mm. Take him to the sky. You know I hype you boy. Nuneul gama. Malhaebwa yeah neukkyeobwa mm mm. Take him to the sky. You know I hype you boy. Jame deullyeogo jame deullyeo haedo
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nightclubs. And you can have your drive in picture show. I'll stay here with my little man near. We'll listen to the radio. Biding my time and. Watching Scotty grow. Making a castle out of building
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Song Now - Scotty McCreery. Could be a house, could be a field. Could be a parking lot or up on top of Kill Devil Hill. A hillbilly yacht out on a lake. A rundown barn or underneath the stars on a
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Take you back to a cotton field. In the heart of lousiana. Little boy about nine years old. Sings a song in the heat of the day. Mama cried when her little boy sang. She knew he could be someone
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your heart. And bring it on to me Come on boy. You mean the world to me. Come on boy. I love you secretly. I dream each night. That you are gonna hold me tight Come on boy, come on boy. And take
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your heart. And bring it on to me Come on boy. You mean the world to me. Come on boy. I love you secretly. I dream each night. That you are gonna hold me tight Come on boy, come on boy. And take
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Song Something More - Scotty McCreery. By now I think I've heard every line. There is to hear 'bout a truck. And I've got the point that the beer tastes good. When you're down on your luck. But don't
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grown up. And I? Ve turned into a man. . Drop the boy drop the boy. I? M a man, yes I am. But they still call me boy. Drop the boy drop the boy. I? M a man, yes I am. And I? Ll be jumping for joy
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grown up. And I? Ve turned into a man. . Drop the boy drop the boy. I? M a man, yes I am. But they still call me boy. Drop the boy drop the boy. I? M a man, yes I am. And I? Ll be jumping for joy
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The trouble with girls is they’re a mystery. Something about ’em puzzles me. Spent my whole life trying to figure out. Just what them girls are all about. The trouble with girls is their so dang
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Surfer boy, surfer boy. Look at the way, the way he rides. He rides, he rides oh so high. Look at the way, the way he rides. He rides, he rides, oh so high My surfer boy riding waves just for joy
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a prison. That I built myself, it is my religion. And they say that I am the sick boy. Easy to say, when you don't take the risk, boy. Welcome to the narcissism. Where we're united under our
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In a place where the skies. Are always the blue. There once was a boy. A boy just like you. In the day he would play. Or lay with the book. And eat up the food. That his mother would cook. He chased
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Can you tell the difference, between the pebble and the boy,. Far away in the distance, with the sun in your eyes,. Can you see the footprints, that have merged with the sand,. And you're trying
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Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh yeah You had the sweetest boy in the world. Without a doubt you were the envy of every girl. You're the kind that's never satisfied. You want every boy to pass you by
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It's profit season, and all the girls on me Trying to get a big boy, I need a big boy C'mon, give me a big boy It's profit season, and all the girls on me Trying to get a big boy, I need a big boy
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from. Reality that's what they're running from. So if you're down with Ice Cube. Let me know that you know. Yo, turn off the radio You know what? You know what?. Basically those black guys and those
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Jezebel boy!. You know all the guys. In the sheriff's patrol. They leave you alone. When they round up the whores. Up on hollywood boulebard Sometimes that nasty d. a. Thinks he needs his name
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a prison. That I built myself, it is my religion. And they say that I am the sick boy. Easy to say, when you don't take the risk, boy. Welcome to the narcissism. Where we're united under our
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rain at all Ooh, sunny boy. Looks good in everything from silk to corduroy. To see him I'd walk from Idaho to Illinois. Do anything to be with him. My sunshine when the world is dim It's sunny boy
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Because he called the forest brother. Because he called the earth his mother. They drove him out into the rain. And some people even said. That the boy from the country was insane. . Because he
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a prison. That I built myself, it is my religion. And they say that I am the sick boy. Easy to say, when you don't take the risk, boy. Welcome to the narcissism. Where we're united under our
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a prison. That I built myself, it is my religion. And they say that I am the sick boy. Easy to say, when you don't take the risk, boy. Welcome to the narcissism. Where we're united under our
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trouble, trouble, trouble. Don’t go flexing boy you’ll get trouble. Pre. Oh, bad boy messing with the boom boom. Oh, bad boy riding on the vroom vroom. Oh, bad boy, bad boy hah. Bad boy, bad boy hah. Oh
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expects you to listen to 'em. 0021. 870Make no mistake, I live in a prison. 0023. 990That I built myself, it is my religion. 0026. 340And they say that I am the sick boy. 0028. 700Easy to say, when you
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Mad about the boy. It's pretty funny but I'm mad about the boy. He has a gay appeal that makes me feel. There's maybe something sad about the boy. . Walking down the street. His eyes look out
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Mad about the boy. It's pretty funny but I'm mad about the boy. He has a gay appeal that makes me feel. There's maybe something sad about the boy. . Walking down the street. His eyes look out
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Song That Old King James - Scotty McCreery. Preacher gave it to him when he was eight,. That Sunday morning he got saved in that little church. Grandaddy totted it to Bible school. I bet back then
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Whisper you love me, boy. Say the words you seldom say. You love me more each passing day Whisper you love me, boy. Just the way you used to do. When our love was true It's been so long since you
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a prison. That I built myself, it is my religion. And they say that I am the sick boy. Easy to say, when you don't take the risk, boy. Welcome to the narcissism. Where we're united under our
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Song The Baby Boy - Harry Belafonte. The Virgin Mary had a baby boy. The Virgin Mary had a baby boy. The Virgin Mary had a baby boy. And they gave him the name of Jesus. He came from the Glory,. He
