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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Peter R Campanella
Peter R Campanella
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Peter R Campanella
Peter R Campanella
Producer

Texty

The devil puts on his thorny crown
He roams my city for a soul to own
Jeanette stuffs a pair of socks down her blouse
Her boyfriend reeks of the most dogshit cologne
My neighbor's temper is a loaded gun
I think you know who I'm alluding to
My priest wonders when his time will come
And I pray it'll be real fucking soon
I wonder if I'll ever feel alive
I'm a lonely boy
My mother's pride
I think that maybe I could give it a try
To find a lonely girl
To make me feel alright
I'm gonna feel alright
Ms. Avery could you give me a hand?
Then maybe you can show the world to me
My doctor says I'm growing into a man
And you're a recent divorcee
So if you speak a little Dutch tonight
I'll learn some Spanish by the Afternoon
If the earth blows enough I'll fly a kite
But too much wind, we can find something else to do
I wonder if I'll ever feel alive
I'm a lonely boy
My mother's pride
I think that maybe I could give it a try
To find a lonely girl
Maybe she'll make me feel alright
I wanna feel alright
I'm just a boy, make my dreams come true
Yeah!
Written by: Peter R Campanella
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