Boys Will Stray

Wringing wet Out in the road I'll wait around alone Till everybody's gone home Without a ticket I need a ride On a stroker lot tonight My legs don't fit in my bed so now My bed, it don't fit in my house somehow My hands, they only fit in my pockets Because my pockets are empty now Waste of time Waste of space Amazing grace Without a fortunate face Boys will stray Boys will stray And every man who is a man will go it's ok Boys will stray Boys will stray Boys will stray Boys will stray, Oh Out in the cold Out all alone Out on my own Waitning for somebody to take me home Somebody to take me home My legs don't fit in my bed so now My bed, it don't fit in my house somehow My hands, they only fit in my pockets Because my pockets are empty now Waste of time Waste of space Amazing grace Without a fortunate face Boys will stray Boys will stray And every man who is a man will go it's ok Boys will stray Boys will stray Boys will stray Boys will stray, Oh Empty your Empty your space Empty your Empty your space Empty your! Empty your! Empty your! Empty your! Waste of time Waste of space Amazing grace Without a fortunate face Boys will stray Boys will stray And every man who is a man will go it's ok Boys will stray Boys will stray Boys will stray Boys will stray, Oh!