You Must Not Chase The Boys

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Parody of the song by Play- I must Not Chase The Boys


Won't someone tell me what is happening to him

He says he's just misunderstood

I say he must be crazy

Watching and drooling at the sight of those

So much younger then him

Now I'm caught between the devil he is and the angel I want him to be

He says I'll understand

All in good time

That age should be nothing but just a number in our minds

But I know I never will

Goin' crazy with all his pushin' and pullin' me

Trying to get me to move on over

Over to his twisted point of view

I don't want him to give in the craving in him

I don't want him to be someone

I can't stand to love anymore

The moral of the story is this

My warning to him

Honey, if you don't want me to leave you

If you don't want me to turn you in

You must not chase the boys

I started writing 'em down

In my diary

All your dirty little secrets

7 days a week of truth and fantasy

Get the feeling that I'm gonna have to make them public soon

Be prepared for the changes your prison term is gonna bring

Won't someone tell me what is happening to him

He says he's just misunderstood

I say he must be crazy

Watching and drooling at the sight of those so much younger then him

Starting to lose my mind

Freaking out and losing my cool

Now I'm caught betwween the devil he is and the angel I want him to be

He wants to go left when I tell him to go right

He tells me I'm a such a nag

No need to be callin' him a dirty fag he yells

Sobbing my eyes out

I just don't want him kissing all those little boys goodnight

He could try to cover up his crimes

With a thousand more lies

But that won't ever change who I know he really is inside

So freakish and craving

Craving all the wrong things

He knows my opinion

But he just does't care

Cos what I have to say isn't what he wants to hear

2007 Ramona Thompson


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