Lyrics by Matthew Connor

tell me i’m a sinner
tell me i’m a creep
tell me that i’m dirty
tell me that i’m cheap
i’ll tell you every problem’s got a solution
that much i know is true
and a boy’s gotta do what a boy’s gotta do

ask me if i’m tired
ask if i’m ashamed
ask if i’m pointing fingers
or if i’m gonna take the blame
i don’t have to explain to nobody
least of all to you
a boy’s gotta do what a boy’s gotta do

so just hold my hand like your mama taught you
a boy’s gotta do what a boy’s gotta do

we’re in the bedroom now
you’re wearing such a pretty pout
cuz your pretty words got you in here
but i won’t let them get you out
cuz you’re just so sweet
but tonight that ain’t what i need
you better make me mad, put up a fight
and goddamn i think you heard me right

you better hold my hand like your mama taught you
a boy’s gotta do what a boy’s gotta do
so just hold my hand like your mama taught you
this will only take an hour
or two

all we are is bodies
a little flesh, a little bone
a heart that beats, a mouth to feed
we spend our days alone
so tell me do you really wanna spend
your nights alone too?
a boy’s gotta do what a boy’s gotta do

hold my hand like your mama taught you
a boy’s gotta do what a boy’s gotta do
so just hold my hand like your mama taught you
this will only take and hour
or two