The Air Near My Fingers The White Stripes
Life is so boring It's really got me snoring I'm wearing out the flooring In a cheap hotel But I don't have to work and I might be sinning But I never have to listen to The rings of school bells Don't you remember? You told me in December That a boy is not a man Until he makes a stand Well, I'm not a genius But maybe you'll remember this I never said I ever wanted To be a man I get nervous when she comes around My mom is so caring She's really got me staring At all the crazy little things She does for sure And I cant seem to think of Another kind of love That a boy could ever get From anyone but her I get nervous when she comes around
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