My Boy

Love? What is love?

Well, I suppose, to me it's like, incredible

Completely different from everything I ever felt

And also the difference is also between the last lust and the love

Like, for instance, I can lust very strongly

For a very, very long time

But it's not the same as when I feel real love

Real love is so deep it can make you sick

And hurt your tummy

And sometimes even make you so sad you want to die

But also it can make you so excited

It's like you took drugs

And it's so exciting you never want to eat

Or sleep

My boy

He ain't up to much

My boy

He ain't into love

My boy

He don't get all dressed up

He don't get a second glance

My boy

His head is in the clouds

He just leaves it all to chance

But when he calls

I always say

Come on over

We can dance

(Oh) we can dance

(Oh) we can dance

(Oh) we can dance

My boy

He ain't up to much

My boy

He ain't into love

My boy

He don't get all dressed up

He don't get a second glance

But when he calls

I always say

Come on over

We can dance

(Oh) we can dance

(Oh) we can dance

(Oh) we can dance

(Oh) we can dance

(Oh) we can dance

We can dance

(Oh) we can dance

We can dance