Lyrics:
you can get hurt
Foolin' around
With that little town flirt
You better run and hide now boy (Here she comes)
You better pass her by, now, yeah,
This is not me
I was never cut out for this scenery
I'm just a paper boy
Your crushed paper toy
And nothing has changed
Only paper landscapes ripped
that little town flirt
here she comes, (here she comes) through that look in her eyes (here she comes)
she plays around, with every guy that goes by
tree
Now it was early one spring
And I was tied by my string
In a field of a make-believe farm
When around the house, the boy and the bear
Came
the way that I drink the fact that I slept all year
But it's not a dream 'cause look I've got some words on the paper
Steady boy don't faint or scream
love can yield
By my only things are clear
Baby boy, I'm staying here
Lonely, lonely that was you
Lonely, and so untrue
love can yield
By my only things are clear
Baby boy, I'm staying here
Lonely, lonely that was you
Lonely, and so untrue
The weeks have gone by not a word have I heard since then
I read in the papers of far away places she's been
I can't eat I can't sleep for over and over
could be famous
Have my name, babe, in all of the papers
Sayin' I'm wanted, by the law and every woman
Yeah, they'd call me the Southpaw, oh
I'd be
You can tell by his fashion
That boy's been in prison
Detective instinct
Detective instinct
Always do it
Two thugs knocked down an old tree for
Fresh ink in the pen, your papers are ready to sign
They'll both be waiting for you when you walk by baby
Walk on till you're gone away
Walk on till
Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea
And froliked in the autumn mist
In a land called Honah Lee
Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff
Yo, this is Nappy Roy Radio live
With your boy T-Pain, we love rap music
Listen, uh, we got a caller on line one
Caller, what's your problem?
on her face
The tears on her face
The tears on her face
You can put them back together with your paper and paste
But you can't put them back together, you
on her face
The tears on her face
The tears on her face
You can put them back together with your paper and paste
But you can't put them back together
Suburbia, where the suburbs met Utopia
(Where the suburbs met Utopia)
Lost in the high street, where the dogs run
Roaming suburban boys
RS2!
You never give me your money
You only give me your funny paper
And in the middle of negotiations
You break down
I never give you my
It's just like Noah's ark
There's two of every kind
Pretty girls and boys in drag
Walking a fine thin line
Shaking hands and busing cheeks
Mad at the papaer boy that little nerd
Can't throw a paper straight, the spastic twerp
Hit me in the head with the Daily Sun
Then he laughed like
Little did I know then that the Mandela Boys soon become Mandela Men
Tall woman, pull the pylons down
And wrap them around the necks of all
feel important
Simply by giving us a good
Clean place to hang out
Well I can still hear him saying
Pumping gas is a fever boys
It'll get in your blood
hands at his side
The poor little fellow was dead
A picture of mother lay close to his heart
A faint little note by his head
As I opened the paper
(C)Out on the corner (G7)standin' so bold
Stood a little paper boy so hungry and (C)cold
And as the crowd came (G7)passin' by
These words he said
on the papers always say
If you ain't got the do re mi, boys, you ain't got the do re mi
Why, you better go back to beautiful Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia,
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