What's It Gonna Be Boy?
I can do this, or I can do that
I can pull a rabbit, out of my hat
Maybe I will, maybe I wont
First you gotta tell me if you don’t wanna be
The one who picks me up whenever I am down
Baby there’s nothing I can do for you
But you gotta let me know what’s it gonna be boy
Chorus:
What’s it gonna be boy
You gotta let me know now
What’s it gonna be boy
Cuz I just need to hear the word from you
Just let me know
Whatever’s on your mind
I can take care of anything you need
Baby just tell me what’s it gonna be
Verse Two:
There will never be rain, wherever I’m at
Cuz I can make the sun shine just like that
I can make anything appear
Right before your eyes when it’s not there
I can be that someone in your life
That makes everything right
Baby there’s so much I can do for you
But you gotta let me know what’s it gonna be
Chorus:
What’s it gonna be boy
You gotta let me know now
What’s it gonna be boy
Cuz I just need to hear the word from you now
Just let me know
Whatever’s on your mind
I can take care of anything you need
Baby just tell me what’s it gonna be
Verse Three:
If you have a doubt, I’ll prove it
I’m just tryin to baby, tryin to baby, trust me
Now there’s nothing you can ask that I won’t do
For you
What’s it gonna be
Just let me know
What’s it gonna be
Just let me know
Just let me know
What’s it gonna be
Just let me know
Just let me know
I can take care of anything you anything you need
What’s it gonna be boy (what’s it gonna be boy)
Cuz I just need to hear the words from you
Just let me know
Whatever’s on your mind(Ever's On Your Mind)
I can take care of anything you need
Baby just tell me what’s it gonna be
Chorus:
What’s it gonna be boy
You gotta let me know (Owww)
What’s it gonna be boy(You Gotta let me know)
Just let me know
Whatever’s on your mind
I can take care of anything you need
Baby just tell me what’s it gonna be
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