He walks with a hipster slouch.
Drags his clippings in a pouch
Mirrors are his favorite friends,
Leaving him where friendship ends.
Try to get him on the phone.
His woman claims he’s never home.
On the road to fame he was waylaid,
 Screaming out he's been betrayed.
Raised by women as a boy.
They made him their wind-up toy.
Now he's grown up cute and coy.
Raised by women as a boy
He invites you out to play again.
When you ask, he won’t say when.
Spends his life in the women’s tent,
Wondering where his manhood went.
Raised by women as a boy.
They made him their wind-up toy.
Now he’s grown up cute and coy.
Raised by women as a boy
Instrumental section
Raised by women as a boy.
They made him their wind-up toy.
Now he’s grown up cute and coy.
Raised by women as a boy
Copyright 2005 NADJA MUSIC Reinaldo Garcia
June-July 2004 Monterey, CA
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