What's A Boy To Do
Lyrics
I'm sure that I'm moving to St. Louis Three long years wondering here in New York City I guess I'm looking for the right way to do this I guess I'm looking for the right things to call prettyfull lyrics...
I'm sure that I'm moving to St. Louis Three long years wondering here in New York City I guess I'm looking for the right way to do this I guess I'm looking for the right things to call prettyfull lyrics...
Features Of This Song
mellow rock instrumentationfolk influences
acoustic rhythm piano
extensive vamping
acoustic sonority
major key tonality
a breathy male lead vocalist
acoustic rhythm guitars
These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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Nothing Left To Lose
2006
When there's company coming around A bottle spinning around the room 'Cause they're stoning and leaving type And everybody's singing and slipping down I guess I'm looking for the right way to do this I'm sure that I'm moving to St. Louis With voices left to fall I saw a boy at the bottom of the bridge Three long years wondering here in New York City His car was left there on the top Just a little inside as they ran away The bottom of a halfway rush of blood What's a boy to do with no man in his heart? What's a boy to do with no man in his heart? You know I'll stay sharp around here In a middle school room with the world watching in It's not like I'm scared of you Didn't need to be like this What's a boy to do who knows no man now? Songwriter: Mathew Kearney The light switch in the dark Daddy's been looking down his nose at all of them What should have been a holy kiss Publishers: EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC., FACADE ASIDE MUSIC I'd die each time they came I never got to draw my knife Young boys playing in the park There's a white sheet left to cover up And I buy all the perfect clothes Well, it was just a pair of shoes What's the son of man and a boy to do? It's all quiet for the first time Turning their backs to take a shot And angel is crying I'm dying Well, I'll stack all my books in perfect rows I guess I'm looking for the right things to call pretty And I was grabbing Missy but I was trying to find The biggest down to the smallest ones What's the son of man and a boy to you? Well, it was just a rainy night at his house Bullet proof and black, where I look like a son It's not like those days What's a boy to do when there's no man at home? He kept saying I was too young to finish a fight It's the kind of love that comes and goes What's a boy to do when there's no man at home? When you're driving alone It's four o'clock in the morning Funny which words stick around 20 years down What's a boy to do who knows no man now? And I've been looking round for someone to tell me who I am


