Boys
Now today class, the topic of the day:Boys, pretend they're men but they're justBoys, they're always scratching on theirToys, well let me tell you somethingBout boys, bout boys, bout boys, bout boysBout boys, bout boys, bout boys, bout boysTell me Rebeca, what do you know about boys?
Boys are horny in the morningThen they tell me that they love meThen I give them what they wantThey always take me shoppingBoys will play it like James DeanDressing slick and talking 'boutMisbehave, I'll go to schoolTo kick their ass like I'm their mother
Boys, pretend they're men but they're justBoys, they're always scratching on theirToys, well let me tell you somethingBout boys, bout boys, bout boys, bout boysYou, there in the front row, Tessa, youWhat do you know about boys?Would you like to share it with the class?
If you looked down 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 are far too quickYou must learn to just be patientCause he's thinking with his
But if I want somebody to loveGuess I gotta try to put upWith the boys or I could turn gayNo, that's okay
So, if I want somebody to loveI just can't expect too muchFrom the boys, just use 'em for playNow, that's okay
Boys, pretend they're men but they're justBoys, they're always scratching on theirToys, well let me tell you somethingBout boys, bout boys, bout boys, bout boysSo, to sum up today's lesson
Boys, 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 weenie
So, if I want somebody to loveI just can't expect too muchFrom the boys, just use 'em for playJust use them to play with
They'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 funny andThey kind of smell but sometimes theyBoys are, boys are okayParts of them, parts of them are okay