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Batty Boy
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(: 224242)
Hey little Batty Boy don’t be discreet
There should be love out in the street
Don’t pay attention to those people you meet
‘cept to bring ‘em down when November sweeps in
Tyler is the boy who the bullies had picked
Not too many buddies and a backpack too big
Tyler ran home at the end of his rope
Tied it to his neck cuz he couldn’t cope
No more
It could all pass us by so fast
What’s with all the judgment of this skin
Save your concern for the shoes you’re in
Betty is the girl who would rather climb trees
She was born running, had cuts on her feet
But mommy wanted makeup and a Calendar Girl
Now she’s runnin’ to preserve her own world
It could all pass us by so fast
What’s with all the judgment of this skin
Save your concern for the shoes you’re in
Hey little Batty Boy don’t be discreet
There should be love out in the street
Don’t pay no attention to dose people you meet
‘cept to bring ‘em down when November sweeps in
It could all pass us by so fast
What’s with all the judgment of this skin
Save your concern for the shoes you’re in
I don’t know where you get off
Telling us what’s up
I don’t know where you get off
Telling us what’s up
I don’t know where you get off
Telling us what’s up
And I
I think we’ve had enough
I know we’ve had it rough
I think we’ve had enough
I know we’ve had it rough
I think we’ve had enough
I know we’ve had it rough
I think we’ve had enough
www.bluejaysongs.com
bluejay.bandcamp.com
facebook.com/bluejaymusic
Standard Tuning
(: 224242)
Hey little Batty Boy don’t be discreet
There should be love out in the street
Don’t pay attention to those people you meet
‘cept to bring ‘em down when November sweeps in
Tyler is the boy who the bullies had picked
Not too many buddies and a backpack too big
Tyler ran home at the end of his rope
Tied it to his neck cuz he couldn’t cope
No more
It could all pass us by so fast
What’s with all the judgment of this skin
Save your concern for the shoes you’re in
Betty is the girl who would rather climb trees
She was born running, had cuts on her feet
But mommy wanted makeup and a Calendar Girl
Now she’s runnin’ to preserve her own world
It could all pass us by so fast
What’s with all the judgment of this skin
Save your concern for the shoes you’re in
Hey little Batty Boy don’t be discreet
There should be love out in the street
Don’t pay no attention to dose people you meet
‘cept to bring ‘em down when November sweeps in
It could all pass us by so fast
What’s with all the judgment of this skin
Save your concern for the shoes you’re in
I don’t know where you get off
Telling us what’s up
I don’t know where you get off
Telling us what’s up
I don’t know where you get off
Telling us what’s up
And I
I think we’ve had enough
I know we’ve had it rough
I think we’ve had enough
I know we’ve had it rough
I think we’ve had enough
I know we’ve had it rough
I think we’ve had enough