Lyrics
This is not Boston, it's LA
I ain't asking for much babyJust have a seat next to meAnd you'll see what I'm sayingYou don't have to cussTo impress meI've heard every word in the bookYou don't have to test me
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You're the "come back" kidFrom the beginningYou hit a home run in the 9th inningBaby give it upWe're all waiting We're a bit confused from all the time that you've been taking
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Here's a little a story about a boy who went awaySleeping on couches all along the wayHere's a little story about a boy who went Way down south
Let's make a toastTo the next stanzaThis is not Boston it's LouisianaAnd you don't have to speakOh babyYou open your mouth but I can't hear what you're saying
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