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Im sure that Im moving to St Louis
Three long years wondering here in New York City
I guess Im looking for the right way to do this
I guess Im looking for the right things to call pretty

Young boys playing in the park turning their backs to take a shot
You know Ill stay sharp around here cause theyre stoning and leaving type
Its the kind of love that comes and goes when theres company coming around

Whats a boy to do who knows no man now
Whats a boy to do who knows no man now

Daddys been looking down his nose at all of them
And Ive been looking round for someone to tell me who I am
He kept saying I was too young to finish a fight
Id die each time they came I never got to draw my knife

Well it was just a pair of shoes in a middle school room with the world watching in
An angel is crying Im dying just a little inside as they ran away
Funny which words stick around 20 years down when youre driving alone

Whats a boy to do when theres no man at home
Whats a boy to do when theres no man at home

Well Ill stack all my books into perfect rows
From the biggest down to the smallest ones
And I buy all the perfect clothes
Bullet proof and black, where I look like a son

Well it was just a rainy night at his house
A bottle spinning around the room
And everybodys singing and slipping down the bottom of a halfway rush of blood
And I was grabbing Missy but I was trying to find the light switch in the dark

Whats a boy to do with no man in his heart
Whats a boy to do with no man in his heart

Its all quiet for the first time
With no voices left to fall
I saw a boy at the bottom of the bridge
His car was left there on the top

Its four oclock in the morning
Didnt need to be like this
Theres a white sheet left to cover up
What should have been a holy kiss
Its not like those days
Its not like Im scared of you

Whats the son of man and a boy to do
Whats the son of man and a boy to you