tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56379506957435571752024-02-08T06:29:45.971-08:00Groove Theory Lyricsandrea corrshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11928312004877620301noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637950695743557175.post-6407014734171759792016-09-05T02:37:00.002-07:002016-09-05T02:37:47.568-07:00Boy At The Window lyrics - Groove TheoryShe was wearing shocking pink and jewelry of gold<br />
Papa said son isn't she fine<br />
Knew he would be out all night<br />
Though son is only 9 years old<br />
This is how he's forced to spend his time<br />
Looking out window into someone else's home<br />
Watching mother, father, child at play<br />
Wishing he could be a part but it's<br />
Too hard to forget he's alone<br />
A typical day<br />
The boy at the window<br />
One more forgotten son<br />
Ah, looking to the corner<br />
To see what he'll become<br />
The boy at the window<br />
If he's still sitting there<br />
Are you even gonna care<br />
Papa always tells his son<br />
Keep sitting at our window<br />
Don't end up like me, watch from above<br />
You can't go wrong<br />
More and more son's thinking<br />
Won't be too far but I must go in his eyes<br />
The corner is the only place he can belong<br />
Son isn't smart enough to see it<br />
Won't make him somebody<br />
But it's better than living with<br />
The hypocrisies above<br />
No more smelling ho's and liquor<br />
On the breath of daddy<br />
Rather smell it from the breath of<br />
Brothers he don't know or love<br />
Remember when the boy was<br />
Young and untouched<br />
Happy with his window view<br />
But look it's not enough<br />
His dreams are in the gutter<br />
And now he's just a number<br />
All because he wanted to belong<br />
All because he wanted to belong<br />
So he learned to play the role<br />
Of hustler with no feeling<br />
Thinking, "They'll accept me if I prove that I'm real hard"<br />
Now he's learning firsthand of the word and it's true meaning<br />
The window he looks out of now<br />
Includes iron without bars<br />
The boy at the window<br />
One more forgotten son<br />
Ah, he looked to the corner<br />
And guess what he's become<br />
The boy is at the window<br />
If he's still sitting there<br />
Are you even gonna care<br />
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