Like A Boy — Ciara | караоке, мінус + текст пісні

See. Uh-huh. Ay. Uh, ay. Color your pants. Just like them. Take out the trash. Just like them. Get your cash like 'em, fast like 'em. Girl, you ought to act like you're ten. I'm talking about. Security codes on everything. On vibrate so your phone don't ever ring. Joint account, and another one he don't know about. Ay. Wish we could switch up the roles, and I could be that. Tell you I love you, but when you call, I never get back. Oh. Would you ask them questions like me? Like, "Where your feet at?" 'Cause I'm out, four in the morning, on the corner rolling, doing my own thing. What if I had a thing on the side? Made you cry. Would the rules change up, or would they still apply? If I played you like a toy? Sometimes I wish I could act like a boy. Can't be getting mad. What, you mad? Can't handle that? Can't be getting mad. What, you mad? Can't handle that. Girl, go ahead and be just like 'em. Go run the streets just like 'em. Come home, just to sleep like 'em. Creep like 'em. Fight with your friends like huh, when you're with 'em like 'em. Like 'em. Keep a straight face when you tell a lie. Always keeping that title on the side. Keep it dark. What he don't know won't break his heart. Ay. Wish we could switch up the roles, and I could be that. Tell you I love you, but when you call, I never get back. Oh. Would you ask them questions like me? Like, "Where your feet at?" 'Cause I'm out four in the morning, on the corner rolling, doing my own thing. What if I had a thing on the side? What if I made you cry? Made you cry? Would the rules change up, or would they still apply? If I played you like a toy? Sometimes I wish I could act like a boy. Can't be getting mad. What, you mad? Can't handle that? Can't be getting mad. What, you mad? Can't handle that? Can- can't be getting mad. What, you mad? Can't handle that? Can't be getting mad. What, you mad? Can't handle that? If I was always gone. With the sun, be home. Told you I was with my crew, when I knew it wasn't true. If I act like you, won't come home if in your shoes. I'm messing with your head again, dose of your own medicine. What if I had a thing on the side? What if I made you cry? Made you cry? Would the rules change up, or would they still apply? If I played you like a toy? Sometimes I wish I could act like a boy. Can't be getting mad. What, you mad? Can't handle that? Can't be getting mad. What, you mad? Can't handle that? Can- can't be getting mad. What, you mad? Can't handle that? Can't be getting mad. What, you mad? Can't handle that? Ay. Uh, ay. Go. It's a crush. If I played you, would you like that? Have friends, would you like that? Never call, would you like that? Now lie, and you wouldn't want that. No. Can't handle it. Ooh, what, you mad? Would it drive you mad? Made you cry. What, you mad? Can't handle that. Would they still apply? What if I, if I played you like a toy? Sometimes I wish I could act like a boy. Can't handle it. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. That's Lil' Jerm-