| Just tell him bye, bye, bye
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| That kinda guy he ain’t gonna change
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| It’s useless, he’s clueless, just taking up space
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| Don’t even try, try, try
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| You might as well pour it down the drain
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| Excuses he uses a little too late
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| Call it the 411
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| You know he ain’t the one
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| All he’s gonna do is waste your time
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| You know he’s gonna make you lose your mind
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| And mess you up again and again
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| 'Cause you can’t turn boys to men
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| Say it’s over, let it go
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| But at the end of the road
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| It’s a fact that you ain’t never gonna win
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| 'Cause you can’t turn boys to men
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| That boy’s just running and won’t settle down
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| It’s easy to see
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| He’s as grown now as he’s ever gonna be
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| You just keep keeping him, playing it strong
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| You’ll never be free
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| You’ll never know now, oh how lucky he’d be
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| Call it the 411
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| You know he ain’t the one
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| All he’s gonna do is waste your time
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| You know he’s gonna make you lose your mind
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| And mess you up again and again
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| 'Cause you can’t turn boys to men
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| Say it’s over, let it go
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| I’m packing on up, it’s the end of the road
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| It’s a fact that you ain’t never gonna win
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| 'Cause you can’t turn boys to men
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| Just tell him bye, bye, bye
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| That kinda guy he ain’t gonna change
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| All he’s gonna do is waste your time
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| You know he’s gonna make you lose your mind
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| And mess you up again and again
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| 'Cause you can’t turn boys to men
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| Say it’s over, let it go
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| I’m packing on up, it’s the end of the road
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| It’s a fact that you ain’t never gonna win
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| 'Cause you can’t turn boys to men
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| Well you can’t turn boys to men
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| Gonna mess you up again and again
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| 'Cause you can’t turn boys to men
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| You can’t turn boys to men
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| Oh, oh, you can’t turn boys to men |