Let's hear for the boy
I do not own Newsies in any way. The song belongs to Deniece Williams.
My baby, he don't talk sweet
He ain't got much to say
But he loves me, loves me, loves me
I know that he loves me anyway
And maybe he don't dress fine
But I don't really mind
'cuz every time he pulls me near
I just wanna cheer: Let's hear it for the boy
Oh, let's give the boy a hand
Let's hear it for my baby
You know you gotta understand
Maybe he's no Romeo
But he's my loving one man show
Let's hear it for the boy!
*Baby Doll*
Spot don't say sweet things to me…well except in bed. *blush*
Anyway, he's mostly quiet.
He's kinda the, 'Speak softly and carry a big stick', type guy.
I know he loves me, he just doesn't say it. He says it's for my protection, but I know he doesn't want his boys to think he's gone soft.
He don't dress like a hoity toity.
But come on, what newsie does?
I especially love his blue dress shirt.
Every time he kisses me, I feel like shouting from the rooftops. I love boosting his ego, but that's all in the job title of the leader's girlfriend.
My baby may not be rich
He's watching every dime
But he loves me loves me loves me
And we always have a real good time
And maybe he sings off key
That's all right by me
But what he does, he does so well
Makes me wanna yell: Let's hear it for the boy
Oh, let's give the boy a hand
Let's hear it for my baby
You know you gotta understand
Maybe he's no Romeo
But he's my loving one man show
Let's hear it for the boy!
*Spark*
How can I begin to describe Jack Kelly?
He ain't rich, but he doesn't care.
This makes me not care that he can't afford to buy me a ring.
He loves me. He says it all the time. He says because he does love me, not because he has to.
Every day is a party when in the presence of Jack Kelly.
When we go to church, he tries to sing the hymns, but fails miserably.
He's always off key.
I love him.
And it's not because he won the strike.
*Spark/Baby Doll*
I love him. I just do.
He does everything right so…let's hear it for the boy.