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the boy outside the boy |
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outside never talk to me 'cuz i'm the boy outside the boy outside the boy outside baby gonna see you outside |
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oh shit |
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everybody's playing but i can't come in |
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big boys out to get me with their grins |
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rough games well i don't even try but when she's passing by i wish i tried |
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they have a lot of fun in this here gathering |
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you can see them little boys as they get into things |
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little girls hopping may the wind come in and lift them skirts up to the sky |
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the things i've been seeing with my eyes |
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the boy outside the boy outside never talk to me 'cuz i'm the boy outside the boy outside the boy outside baby gonna see you outside |
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never picking me for their games and things |
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but always picking on me when it's time to sting |
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calling me names and never stoping to think |
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whatever happened to them other kids |
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now this here playground be the thing i'm in |
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just cant stop ever wondering but |
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i keep my foot just outside the ring |
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'cuz one day i know i'll be king |
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the boy outside the boy outside |
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never talk to me 'cuz i'm the boy outside the boy outside the boy outside baby gonna see you outside |
