Yu-Ma/Go Away Little Boy

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Marlena Shaw - Pop, Soul

Yu-Ma/Go Away Little Boy

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La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, da, da, da, di, da How can I express to you the joy I felt when I realized that I had found the perfect man for me? A man who could make me feel all the things I felt a woman should feel I said, "Darling, I want to be the perfect woman for you I got myself a three-year subscription to Essence Magazine Read it from cover to cover." You know I wanted to be perfect for him Said, "Black is beautiful. Just keep getting up Together we can make it. It's gonna be alright." Forget about what society says, is, or isn't or what can or cannot be Keep getting up He quit his job, came home one day with fourteen mirrors, some Afro Sheen, some Afro Clean, some Afro Fluid, some Afro Do It to It Come on and set it up in the room and look at the black beautiful Check out the boy Mother's love, mother's love I said, "Well, my darling, I hate to get in your business You know what I mean But uh, I mean what about a job? I mean, what about the gas and the electricity and, and, and... Well, not that I am equating, a job with your manhood, you understand? But, I mean, you did have a choice in this." He said, "I got to get myself together I'm tired of working for somebody else I maybe take out a small businessman's loan and open up a head shop." I said, "But that's not bringing no money in. I mean..." He said, "You working, ain't you? Get off my back." I don't know, you see, I wasn't raised like that, y'all I figure if I got to get up and go to work every day, then every able body in the household supposed to get up and go at least looking... I know it ain't easy out there, but I said, "Now if for some reason you feel that you can no longer be the man that I thought you were at the beginning of our relationship, then I got this one thing to lay on you, my sweet." Go away, little boy Why don't you just go away, little boy You see, I am not supposed to sit up here alone in the dark With some mirrors and no money and no food I know, I understand and recognize the fact That your lips are oooh, so sweet. Ow! But it don't look like our lips Sure ain't gonna have another chance to meet I think I can find myself another man And I know what to do when I got somebody who can be true So why don't you run, run, run, run Run, run, run, run on away, little boy Let the doorknob hit you where the dog should've bit you, little boy 'Cause you're hurting me more every minute that you delay Hey, hey 'Cause when you're near me like this, whoa baby You're getting kind of hard for me to understand So my man, just go on away, just go on away Just go on away, little boy, before I do something rash Oh, run, run, run, run, run, run Run, run, run, run, little boy Find yourself another set of apron strings, little boy 'Cause you're hurting me more every minute that you delay Oooh, hey, hey When you're near me, when you're near me, when you're near me When you're near me, when you're near me, when you're near me When you walk close up tight like this You're getting just a little bit too hard for me to resist So why don't you go on away, little boy, before I, before I... Why don't you just leave me alone You know what I mean Go ahead, take your things with you, your albums and all them Playboy magazines Just go on, get out of my life Now don't stand so close when you're trying to get that last goodbye kiss I know your moves now Don't do me like this And don't, don't kiss my eyelids like that and please don't suck my earlobes like that and... Don't, no, baby, don't, don't Well, look, you think you can get a job by Thursday, you promise? Now you ain't gonna fool me this time? Then you might as well stay Stay, might as well stay. Don't go away You can be my man one more time, but this time I'm gonna try harder too, sweet baby This time I'm gonna be sweeter

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Credits

Writers
  • Marlena Shaw
  • Carole King
  • Gerry Goffin
  • Goffin & King