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artin - boy with his little guitar lyrics

[verse 1]
sometimes i feel like a mental prisoner
the picture is with us, don’t you agree, it’s delusional?
you calm me down, you call me self+critical
but i’m alive with you
why am i tryin’ to find the right words?
as if anyone would ever hear this song
if mom hears it, this won’t be my home
but i’m sure i’ll nestle on your shoulder

[pre+chorus]
only four chords
five notes of your voice
one look and i will surrender

[chorus]
he wants to sleep but he texts me until 4 am
tired eyes will make sleepy, create problems
i can not be afraid of cеnsure, so far
song ’bout my boy with his little guitar
one day my friеnds will find out about it too
i hope you stick in my head like a hit catchy hook
i can not be afraid of censure, so far
song ’bout my boy with his little guitar

[verse 2]
one candle is lit, house isn’t equipped
you can be everything you could be (you could be)
love story will be more interesting
than taylor swift’s (than taylor swift’s)
though there is a small distance
you would know how scary, it is to approach you
i need a princess, so as not to get freeze about you
you can guess my feelings, what if i’m just thinking how to f+ck you? (no)
[pre+chorus]
only four chords
five notes of your voice
one look and i will surrender

[chorus]
he wants to sleep but he texts me until 4 am
tired eyes will make sleepy, create problems
i can not be afraid of censure, so far
song ’bout my boy with his little guitar
one day my friends will find out about it too
i hope you stick in my head like a hit catchy hook
i can not be afraid of censure, so far
song ’bout my boy with his little guitar

[bridge]
why should i care ’bout their questions? (god, i have to wear a plastic+)
they should be happy with any answer (+smile, hide my reactions)
i want for a morning kiss, ’cause i’m tortured (i and the k!ller are+)
find a chosen one is like a lightnin’ on your forehead (+the same, it’s madness)
wanna cook him eggs and bagels (want to wear a sweatshirt+)
wanna f+ck him in his bedroom, do it’s passionate (+with him, want to hear “guess, sure”)
why i’m scary to say “i love you”? (but by all laws, i should just call+)
why i’m scary to say “i love you”? (+him my bestie)

- artin lyrics

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