Boys, boys, boys,
What can I say?
They like to make noise.

I'm Most are sweethearts,
Others are users.
Get stuck with a bad one,
And you'll find, he's an abuser.

They don't really listen if an action movie is on,
If there's a car show in town
You'll realize they're gone

But when one of these things catches your eye,
You'll do whatever you can to impress this guy

Wether it's doing your hair,
Or fullfilling a dare.

Boys, boys, boys.
What can I say?
They're all a bunch of joys.

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