Bah, boo dah.

Ba, boo, dah, boo,

mmm.

My (B)boy’s be in’ sus’, he was sha dy e nough

but (G)now he’s just a sha dow.

My (B)boy loves his friends like I love my split ends and by (G)that I mean

he cuts them off.

What?

(E)My boy, my boy, my boy

don’t (G)love me like he prom ised.

(E)My boy, my boy, my boy,

he ain’t a man and sure as hell ain’t hon est.

My (B)boy’s be in’ sus’ and he (F#)don’t know how to cuss.

He just (G)sounds like he’s try’n a be his fa ther.

Who are you?

My (B)boy’s an ug ly cri er but he’s such a pret ty liar and by that I mean he said he’d change.

(E)My boy, my boy, my boy

don’t (G)love me like he prom ised.

(E)My boy, my boy, my boy,

he ain’t a man and sure as hell ain’t hon est.

My (E)boy,

my, my (B)boy, my boy.

I (G)love, love,

I, I, (D)love, love my split ends.

My (E)boy,

my, my (B)boy, my boy.

I (G)love, love,

I, I,

and sure as hell ain’t hon est.

You (E)want me to be yours, well then you got to be mine.

And if you (G)want a good girl, then good bye.

You (E)want me to be yours, well then you’ve got ta be mine.

And if you want a good girl, then good bye.