Mc Chris Boys Don`t Cry Lyrics

Boys Don`t Cry Lyrics

I met you on friendster

Your name was all-weird,

I feared the worst

But the more I

Learned it all became clear,

You were a female peer,

Just a few years younger than I, 

And you wrote the longest letters,

The very best size.

You live in London,

Used slang like prat,

You were dating the gym one akin to tight abs,

I’d spend the days half

Trying to make you laugh,

You would and write back give me some more of that,

Well after week. I knew I was hooked

You’d blush at each keystroke xo,

Without’ getting one look at the other side guy

His pics might be fake

This type of shit happens every day.

I’m no rock star, a clock-watching drone,

Who’s breath stinks of liquor,

All stoned like lawn gnomes.

No girlfriend,

No hook ups, 

Just love lorn and fucked up,

No friend to just vent on,

One who'll, say all bets off.

Concert was cancelled, 

You answered my email.

Turns out your bummed out

Didn’t want to give details.

A mate had OD'd,

I could feel your heart beat

I miss you never met you; X-O-M-C



Boys don't cry they prefer bawlin

Not shot callin. Teardrops fallin

I’m jonesin harder than gollum,

Please god say that's London callin.



Why ya must be so far away,

Why do plane tickets gotta cost an arm and a leg

Maybe I should save a couple dollars a day,

So without delay,

I can look at your face,

Smell your hair,

Rest my hand on your neck,

Never mind neckin,

You know that comes next

I’ll buy you a dress

At that place owned by dodi fayed.

Give ya head every night before bed.

But you might dig mc,

Might think me to brash

Or condescending, a sad finish.

Without taking a first step,

Hard to avoid saying something that I will regret

But I bet that we would hit of

Great I could come to you,

Or you could come to the states,

Get you a job at MTV

Whatever you need, I’m a slave 4 u like Brittany

Was to J.T

Romance is a cruel trick.

Playin me like school kids

Don’t know if I should do this,

If I’m stupid or just foolish,

Can’t help but peruse this,

Despite you being half a world from me,

What I wouldn't give to sit

And sip a cup of tea,

While you nibbled on a crumpet,

I’d love it indeed,

Sincerely yours

XOMC



Boys don't cry they prefer bawlin

Not shot callin. Teardrops fallen,

I’m jonesin harder than gollum,

Please god say that's London callin.