Robin Thicke - Boring

Why would I go to Rome
And stand in St. Peter's Square
Or gaze at Mona Lisa
With someone who can't compare
I never go without you
I wouldn't even dare
Like Rio De Janeiro was never even there

No need to spend my birthday
With all of my friends in New York City (Boring)
No need to have floor seats
Seven game Celtics and cold beer (Boring)

You make me say glory hallelujah
You're never boring (never boring)

Girl you know you make me say
Glory hallelujah (glory)
You're never boring (never boring)

Girl you know you make me say
Glory hallelujah
Make me say glory (glory)

There's no need to go
To Victoria Secret's show
Or stay in St. Tropaez
On Jay and Beyonce's boat
No supermodel or Obama
Could interest me more
It's like everything's meaningless
Without you close

You make me say glory hallelujah
You're never boring (never boring)

Girl you know you make me say
Glory hallelujah (glory)
You're never boring (never boring)

Ooh
Girl you know you driving me crazy
You make me say
Glory hallelujah
Make me say glory

You make me say
Glory hallelujah
Ooh you make me say
Glory hallelujah
Glory hallelujah
Ooh come on girl
You make me wanna say
Glory hallelujah (hallelujah)
Oh oh woah woah woah woah oh
Glory (glory) hallelujah (hallelujah)
Glory (boring, boring, boring, boring)

You make me say
You make me say
Glory hallelujah

Written by:
ROBIN A. THICKE

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