Keith Urban - Stupid Boy Lyrics
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Stupid Boy
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What Are The Lyrics For Stupid Boy By Keith Urban?
Well she was precious, like a flower
She grew wild, wild but innocent A perfect prayer in a desperate hour She was everything beautiful and different Stupid boy, you can't fence that in Stupid boy, it's like holdin' back the wind She laid her heart and soul right in your hands And you stole her every dream, and you crushed her plans She never even knew she had a choice And that's what happens when the only voice she hears is telling her she can't Stupid boy Stupid boy So, what made you think you could take a life And just push it, push it around I guess to build yourself up so high You had to take her and break her down Well She laid her heart and soul right in your hands And you stole her every dream, and you crushed her plans She never even knew she had a choice And that's what happens when the only voice she hears is telling her she can't You stupid boy You always had to be right And now you lost the only thing that ever made you feel alive, oh ho Yeah, yeah She laid her heart and soul right in your hands, yeah And you stole her every dream and you crushed her plans, yes you did She never even knew she had a choice And that's what happens when the only voice she hears is telling her she can't You stupid boy Oh, I'm the same old, same old stupid boy It took a while for her to figure out she could run But when she did, she was long gone, long gone |
Who Wrote Stupid Boy By Keith Urban?
Dave Berg, Deanna Bryant, Sarah Buxton
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