Boys, pretend they're men but they're just boysThey're always scratchin' on their toysLet me tell you somethin' bout boysBout boys, bout boys, bout boysBout boys, bout boys, bout boysBoys are horny in the morningThen they tell me that they love meThen I give them what they wantThey always take me shoppingBoys don't play it like James DeanDressin' slick from top to bottomMisbehave, I'll go to schoolTo kick their ass like I'm their motherLa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-laLa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-laBoys, pretend they're men but they're just boysThey're always scratchin' on their toysLet me tell you somethin' bout boysBout boys, bout boys, bout boysBout boys, bout boys, bout boysIf you looked in my boyfriend's brainYou would see it's kind of roomyThere's some balls and there's a sausageAlways pointing at my boobiesBut don't get too complicatedUse big words or talk too quickYou must learn to just be patient'Cause he's thinking with his **** (*gasp*)La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-laLa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-laBut if I want somebody to loveGuess I gotta try to put upWith the boys or I could turn gayNo, that's okaySo, if I want somebody to loveI just can't expect too muchFrom the boys, just use 'em for playYeah, that's okayBoys, pretend they're men but they're just boysThey're always scratchin' on their toysLet me tell you somethin' bout boysBout boys, bout boys, bout boysBout boys, bout boys, bout boysBoys, they might have sexy musclesOr a shiny LamborghiniBut it's probably compensatingFor an eeny teeny weenieEeny teeny weenie, eeny teeny weenieEeny teeny weenie, eeny teeny weenieSo, if I want somebody to loveI just can't expect too muchFrom the boys, just use 'em for playJust use them to play withThey're really cuteThey're not really good for that much, butThey can like, run around and, you knowYou can kind of get down with themAnd they're kind of furry andThey kind of smell but sometimes they-Boys are, boys are okayParts of them, parts of them are okay
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