Boy - Lee Brice

To be loved is a thrilling sensation, as thrilling as can be Though it happens in every nation, they greet if differently Every mademoiselle with pasoolala, every Englishman talks to his patter Every spittin' Venetian goes tra la la and the Irish say Mother Machree But when I look at you and I thrill like I do, there is only one thing I can say Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh boy what a joy, a joy, a joy, a joy, a joy To know that you love me by heaven above me I never expected to pick you off the vine (The others will try and try and try and try and try) (To give you the eye, the eye, the eye, the eye, the eye) But when they approach you, I'll keep them in line By telling them oh boy, oh boy, oh boy you're mine La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la Certain characters hi-diddle-diddle when cupid comes along Some mechanics shift gears in the middle and drummers kick the gong Every cowboy I know hollers yipee-a-ay Every clown in the circus goes hoopla Every sailor in port hollers anchors aweigh And an Indian gives you a ugg! But when you hold me tight like you're doing tonight There's only one thing I can say Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh, boy what a joy, a joy, a joy, a joy, a joy To know that you love me by heaven above me I never expected to pick you off the vine (The others will try and try and try and try and try) (To give you the eye, the eye, the eye, the eye, the eye) But when they approach you, I'll keep them in line By telling them oh boy, oh boy, oh boy Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy you're mine

Boy boy boy boy Wraps his arm around a skinny thing Naked around, naked around, naked around Naked around the middle She's a sleepwalker with an expensive bag Cruising cubicles Cash thrills Cruising and thinking, a cap and hood Straps hanging down your black legs (Pig pig pig pig Stick that word out at your best mark Remember, remember, remember, remembering) All your sundays come back to haunt me I like to hurt myself like this sometimes What you want from me this time Do you want a spoon Carrying another wound Like an addiction When you caught your affliction I'm in a rage, i'm in a rage, i'm in a rage I knew i refused to hand it over Burn me, burn me, burn me, burn me I know what's going to happen next (Stood at the next table touching the lips with love) Okay now it's clear you can look Clean clean There's something (chromium) Tattooed dad is getting dirty And a (tired thing, boooze) Off with your head off with your head Your razor wire beauty You're going straight, you're going straight, you're going straight But sometimes you gotta show them I like to hurt myself like this sometimes What you want from me this time Do you want a spoon Carrying another wound Like an addiction When you caught your affliction

Words that pull the trigger fear the laughing sound Haunts you to consider love might turn you around To face a blind emotion words like 'hey, let's try' Words like think it over they just don't apply I'm the boy you made me (I'm the boy, I'm the boy) I'm the boy you made me) (I'm the boy, I'm the boy) Love is what you make it, love the overflow Play if you can take it some they just don't know If all the rules they are making, break somebody's heart What's the use in taking babies fall apart I'm the boy you made me (I'm the boy, I'm the boy) I'm the boy you made me) (I'm the boy, I'm the boy) Realize that love is just is just a word That goes unheard in a situation Of exploration Where love is nothing and you are all I can see This boy's in love with you You're everything I can see This boy's in love with you You have taken it all away from me Words that pull the trigger fear the laughing sound Haunts you to consider love might turn you around To face a blind emotion words like 'hey let's try' Words like think it over they just don't apply I'm the boy you made me (I'm the boy, I'm the boy) I'm the boy you made me) (I'm the boy, I'm the boy) I'm the boy you made me (I'm the boy, I'm the boy) I'm the boy you made me) (I'm the boy, I'm the boy)

It's waking up in the pitch black Coffee in a cup, out the door 'fore the dawn cracks A quick prayer in the barn, "Lord, we sure could use some rain" Climb on up in the tractor Take a hundred laps, wake the kids up after Get a quick kiss from your baby, then it's time to start the day It's giving all you've got to give, then going ten steps farther It's a dusty cap and coveralls that you put on like armor The days are long, the work is hard But your calloused hands are harder The only thing tougher than the farm, is the farmer It's dinner time at sunset Knowing that a bunch of folks that you ain't met Can gather 'round the table, with enough to pass around It's good dog and a dirty truck, a hand helping your neighbor up It's the whole counting on us, and we ain't gonna let 'em down It's giving all you've got to give, then going ten steps farther It's a dusty cap and coveralls that you put on like armor The days are long, the work is hard But your calloused hands are harder The only thing tougher than the farm, is the farmer Steady as a fence post Shoot you straighter than a corn row The world needs 'em, God knows That's why he made the farmer It's giving all you've got to give, then going ten steps farther It's a dusty cap and coveralls that you put on like armor The days are long, the work is hard But your calloused hands are harder Yeah, the only thing tougher than the farm, is the farmer, mm-mm

Boy, you're gonna know it all You'll think you're ten feet tall And run like you're bulletproof And total a car or two Boy, you're gonna hate this town, Wish you could burn it down That fire in your eyes is twenty counties wide But boy, you're gonna love seventeen And boy, you'll do some stupid things You're gonna drive and kiss And throw a punch And grow up way too fast You're gonna drop the ball Hit the wall And break some hearts like glass I know you will, 'cause you're a part of me And a part of you will always be a boy You're gonna be so stubborn You get that from your mother I already see it now, you weren't built for backing down And boy, there'll be a small town nights And you'll fall for her sky-blue eyes And when she's in your hands You'll think you're a man and not a boy She'll make you lose your mind, boy She'll be every reason why You're gonna drive and kiss And throw a punch And grow up way too fast You're gonna drop the ball Hit the wall And break some hearts like glass I know you will, 'cause you're a part of me And a part of you will always be my boy It's 3am and I'd do anything to get you back to sleep And that face will be the same one in the rear-view The day I watch you leave But boy, you're gonna come back home You're gonna settle down But you won't feel the way I'm feelin' now Until you have a boy He's gonna know it all He'll think he's ten feet tall And run like he's bulletproof And total a car or two

We've always been all over the map Kinda messed up lovers But we found a common ground Playing twister under the covers We don't have much to say No, we aint much for talkin' But we've got a secret that keeps more than the front porch rocking We're a mixtape Every song has sex in the title We can't turn it off so I turn it on Repeat, repeat, repeat We're a mixtape Every song has sex in the title We can't turn it off so I turn it on Repeat, repeat, repeat Oh oh oh (Who's that knocking?) Well our neighbors, the get mad Evey single time we do it 'Cause they know im taping more than just my feet to the music Lately we're operating smoother than a surgon So tonight we might just have to play the extended version We're a mixtape Every song has sex in the title We can't turn it off so I turn it on Repeat, repeat, repeat We're a mixtape Every song has sex in the title We can't turn it off so I turn it on Repeat, repeat, repeat Oh oh oh (Don't stop it now) I'm gonna set you up, Lets talk about sex, baby Sexual healing I'm bringing sexy back And coming up next, Sex and candy We're a mixtape Every song has sex in the title We can't turn it off so I turn it on Repeat, repeat, repeat We're a mixtape Every song has sex in the title We can't turn it off so I turn it on Repeat, repeat, repeat Yeah Whoa "Repeat" x5 We're all ove the map baby Kinda messed up lovers to be honest Alright, play it agian