BOYS

BOYS!  THEY MAKE AN AWFUL LOT OF NOISE
CAN’T SEPARATE THEM FROM THEIR TOYS
I’M TALKIN’ BOUT BOYS.
(OH) BOYS!  YOU JUST CAN’T REASON WITH THEM
BOYS!  THERE’S JUST NO PLEASIN’ WITH THEM
BOYS!  YEAH, TALKIN’ BOUT BOYS.

I GET A WHIFF OF OLD, OLD SPICE AND A TASTE OF TRIPLE CROWN
EVERY TIME HE KISSES ME I SWOON.
IT’S HARD FOR ME TO WALK AWAY
BUT I SWEAR, I’M GONNA DO IT
HE’S A BIG MISTAKE THAT I JUST CAN’T SHAKE
A NASTY HABIT I’M GONNA BREAK!

THEY LOVE THEIR ROCKETS, THEY LOVE THEIR GUNS
I SWEAR THEY’LL POINT THOSE THINGS AT ANYONE
THEY’RE ALWAYS ITCHIN’FOR A FIGHT
IT’S JUST MY OPINION, BUT I KNOW I’M RIGHT ABOUT

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LATELY HE’S BEEN FREEZIN’ COLD, I ASKED WHAT’S GOIN’ ON
HE JUST LAUGHED AND LET THE QUESTION HANG
ALL NIGHT HE’S DOIN’ E-MAIL, HE SAYS IT’S JUST A FRIEND
BUT I BET HE’S DOIN’ FEMALES ON THE OTHER END
(I’VE GOTTA FACE THE FACT THAT)

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BOYS!  MAYBE I’LL HIT THE HIGHWAY
BOYS!  HE’LL NEVER SEE IT MY WAY
BOYS! YEAH, TALKIN’ BOUT BOYS

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