up With a boy and a wife And the phone call came from his sister 'Twas that old familiar pain His mother was at the doorstep Of Heaven's pure white
In A G-String Can I Touch You Friend? Hook: Beat Boy, Beat Boy Hit That Perfect Beat Boy Hit That Perfect, Hit That Perfect Hit That Perfect Beat Boy
a little boy and a wife And the phone call came from his sister It was that old familiar pain His mother was at the doorstep Of heaven's pure white light
hear at church boy search boy, talking about your dough you punk like lurch boy every time I heard your rhyming like a fucking jerk boy, simp, yeah!
Chick In A G-String Can I Touch You Friend? Hook: Beat Boy, Beat Boy Hit That Perfect Beat Boy Hit That Perfect, Hit That Perfect Hit That Perfect Beat Boy
boy dontcha let him in She was cussing and pacing and wasting her life On that linoleum floor He took him back to his old apartment Turned off the TV His beautiful
