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Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Down Boys

Some songs have absolutely no time-machine affect. I like that about this one.
 
 
"Down Boys"
Certain things ya do really make me mad I must confess
The way the street light sihlouettes your thighs inside your dress
Wild child in the streets I think I've seen you but I really don't know
One million miles an hour headed out to where the down boys go

Whoa, can we rewind to where we've been
Ooo I wish you'd take a look and see the shape I'm in.

Where the down boys go?
Where the down boys go?
Where the down boys go?
I wanna go where the down boys go baby.

You comb your hair put on your shades you look real cool.
You're givin' me the runaround making me feel like a fool.
Got a lot of nerve to call me cheap even though it's true.
I don't care where we go tonight take me along with you.

Whoa, can we rewind to where we've been
Ooo I wish you'd take a look and see the shape I'm in.

Where the down boys go?
Where the down boys go?
Where the down boys go?
I wanna go where the down boys go baby.

Certain things ya do really make me mad I must confess
The way the street light sihlouettes your thighs inside your dress

Whoa, can we rewind to where we've been
Ooo I wish you'd take a look and see the shape I'm in.

Where the down boys go?
Where the down boys go?
Where the down boys go?
I wanna go where the down boys go baby.

Where the down boys go?
Where the down boys go?
Where the down boys go?
Where they go?




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