chorus: I'm a boy, I'm a boy But my ma won't admit it I'm a boy, I'm a boy But if I say I am, I get it Put your frock on, Jean Marie Plait your hair
: I'm a boy, I'm a boy But my ma won't admit it I'm a boy, I'm a boy But if I say I am, I get it Put your frock on, Jean Marie Plait your hair, Felicity
Tradução: Que, el. Soy un chico.
: There's a man who came to stay The boy he replaced, disappeared without a trace... Stole all my songs and my style away No-one would say what they
Hopin they got the right number I hear the skeptical sounds I made they ass I'm made to last Niggas thinking that they on fire I blaze they ass (I mean it) I'm
I do Blow my seed up to this table in this game where's my food? Quite frankly I accomplished what they said I'll never do Or maybe I'm a sleep it snoozing
much But I don?t really care I know I?m worth it And I know he?s out there Wait, wait You might be a contenda Hey, hey, Can I borrow your sweatshirt Normally I?m
girl well read I went for a stroll after dark I thought of you and her, I think I?m going mad Can you help me to see where I?m going wrong? Help
I?m lurkin? Homie its murder Yayo is a clip inserta I sneak in ya crib like a burglar Homie I?m gangsta Fat Joe the boy is a wanksta I come through the
on one side or the other." I'm out on the border, I'm walkin' the line Don't you tell me 'bout your law and order I'm try'n' to change this water
way I'm the one Who charmed the one Who gave up on you Who gave up on you What a catch What a catch What a catch What a catch [Elvis Costello:] I will
what are you waiting for? Kiss her, kiss her I set my clocks early 'cause I know I'm always late I set my clocks early 'cause I know I'm always late [
to my head I swear to God I'm through with this I am the worst liar I know It's not gossip if it's the truth I'm sick of always writing songs for you
