The Boy Has Just Gotta Go

Every little step every breath you done take
Every time you think of me, does your little heartbreak
You put your mind to the present time
Evasive though it be you’re just not my kind
You think of yourself as a manly proposition
Not oh boy it’s just my woman’s intuition.

No, no, no, no
The boy has just gotta go.

Don’t tell me that I need you, don’t tell me that I’m yours
Just talk to this hand, it’ll show you you’re true course
I ain’t all impressed by the way that you dress
You’re a sore pre-Madonna thinking all that is left
Is a woman’s composition, shallow mind shallow thinking
Ain’t it time for you to get an education.

No, no, no, no
The boy has just gotta go.

Everthing you say, everything you do
Helps me to believe that evolution is true
Tell me where can I find an intelligent mind
To hold a conversation that is more than just wine
That you taste then throw to waste
Like a bunch of grapes on your dinner plate.

No, no, no, no
The boy has just gotta go.

Every little step every breath you done take
Every time you think of me, does your little heartbreak
You put your mind to the present time
Evasive though it be you’re just not my kind
You think of your-self as a manly proposition
Not oh boy it’s just my woman’s intuition.