Karaoke Track: Boy From New York City by The Ad Libs (Monster Hits)

Oh, yeah

He&#39;s kind of 10, he&#39;s
Really fine

Someday I hope to make
Him mine, all mine

And he&#39;s neat, and oh so

Sweet

And iusi the way he

Looked at me,
If swept me 0H my feet

Ooh ooh ooh wee, you
Ought to come and see

How he walks, and how he
Talks

Oh, yeah

He&#39;s really down, and he&#39;s
No clown

He&#39;s got the finest

Penthouse you ever seen
In town

And he&#39;s cute, in his
Mo hair suit

And he keeps his pockets
Full of spending loot

Ooh ooh ooh wee, you

Ought to come and
See

His preHy bar, and his

Brand new car

Every time he says he
Loves me,

Chills run Up and down my
Spine

Every time he wants to
Kiss me,

Ooh, he makes me feel so
Fine, yeah, yeah

Oh, yeah

He can dance
And make romance

Thai&#39;s when I fell in love

With just one glance

He was shy, and so was I

And now we know he&#39;ll
Never ever say good bye

Ooh ooh ooh wee, you
Ought to come and see

He&#39;s the most, from coast
To coast

Oh yeah, oh yeah, uh-huh

Oh yeah, uh-huh
Oh yeah, oh yeah

Written By Taylor And Davis.

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