Well I’m uh back in the fourth grade and I’m uh 10 I guess
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When weird women thought we kids all lived to take tests
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Kinda kept to myself ? real shy kid
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I liked old rock songs and the pop'lar hits
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There was a kid talkin' 'bout a choir they got
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Said a lot of the spots were not locked because
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The guy who taught with the choir was still fillin' the rows
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And lots of kids couldn't sound the notes
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And he told me it's fun to sing with the choir
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Get known as a kid that God set apart
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Said to me you wanna? I'm gonna go
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Try out for the choir fella you should come along
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Start attendin' church service in robes just like Jesus
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And get a spot in the Four Tops or Four Seasons
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That rocks! Cause I'm a real good voice
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And I'm takin' that test, sucka, because
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I'm gonna be a choirboy baby
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With a top 10 smash and the nuns all smiling
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(Choirboy baby) Guess who’s chillin’ with the boys’ choir
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(I’m gonna be a choirboy baby)
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Shinin’ my light while the people pray
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(Choirboy baby) A cappella singer from a higher plane
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I let him hear my little vocals and he said, "You’re in"
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I go "Ah ah ah ah ah" ? I dusted my friend
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Told him "You won’t do ? there’s no gown in your size"
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Well that’s his loss ? my gown it fits fine
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They told me "Believe in Jesus Christ"
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I'll get Him after this part of my exciting life
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Cause if I time this right I'm gonna make like a Beach Boy
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And let California girls know why they all need a choirboy baby
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Better stop that act everyone’s not buyin’
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(Choirboy baby) Just like Dylan with a good voice
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(I’m gonna be a choirboy baby)
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Hidin’ my life while I seem O.K.
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(Choirboy baby) I can tell a fib with a smiley face
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Yeah it rocked ? you can call me "blessed"
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Only something’s missin’ and I gotta confess
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Seems the sin that’s in my head is growin’ wild and fast
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And it’d get this kid kicked right out of Mass
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No kidding I’m sittin’ in church gettin’ real bored
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Call the cops ‘cause I’m lost
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Where’s the cross and the Lord?
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Felt remorse and embarrassed and I tried to get right
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Felt like hangin’ down my head and hangin’ up my life (Huh!)
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Got famous ? rocked the eleventh grade ‘cause
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Director picked me for my senior play yes
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Got to wear make-up ? rock band came up
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They told me sing lead but then the band breaks up
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Pride had got a grip on me
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Robbed me of the sort of faith I’d need
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I didn’t know Jesus ? I just would beg Him for favors
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Finally straight out of college I made Him my Savior
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Now life’s a pleasure ? this guy’s legit
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I’d always heard that Christians were radical idiots
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I make it my biz to dispel that notion
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And keep on trustin’ Him with all my devotion
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(Choirboy) with a rock band that’s into song rewritin’
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(Choirboy) spend all my time at finding words that rhyme
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(Choirboy) ridin’ at night cause the gigs I play
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(Choirboy) might be held at 800 miles away
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(Choirboy) with ApologetiX backin’ the songs I’m rhymin’
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(Choirboy) with a top 10 smash and the Son’s inside me.
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Love & Kisses
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| ApologetiX |
