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Now today class, the topic of the day, boys Boys, pretend they're men but they're just boys They're always scratching on their toys Let me tell you something about boys About boys, about boys, about boys About boys, about boys, about boys Tell me Rebecca, what do you know about boys? Boys are horny in the morning Then they tell me that they love me And I give em' what they want They always take me shopping Boys don't play it like James Dean Dressing slick and talking butter Misbehave or go to school Kiss their ass like I'm there mother La-la-la-la-lala la-lala-la-la-la Boys (Boys, boys, boys) Pretend they're men but they're just boys (Boys, boys, boys) They're always scratching on their toys Songtexte(Toys, toys, toys) Let me tell you something about boys About boys, about boys, about boys Yes, you in the front row, Kesha, you What do you know about boys? Would you like to share with the class? If you looked in my boyfriend's brain You would see it's kinda roomy They're some balls and there's a sausage Always pointing to my boobies But don't get to complicated Use big words or talk to quick You must learned to just be patient Because he's thinking with his (aah) La-la-la-la-lala la-lala-la-la-la La-la-la-la-lala la-lala-la-la-la But if I want somebody to love Guess I gotta try to put up With the boys or I can turn gay (No that's okay) So if I want somebody to love I just can't expect too much From the boys just using for play (Yeah, that's okay) Boys, pretend they're men but they're just boys (Boys, boys, boys) They're always scratching on their toys (Toys, toys, toys) Let me tell you something about boys About boys, about boys, about boys So, to sum up today's lesson Boys they might've sexy muscles Or a shiny Lamborghini But I'll probably confiscate For a eeny teeny weenie, oh Eeny-teeny-weenie â? hey Eeny-teeny-weenie â? oh Eeny-teeny-weenie â? hey Eeny-teeny-weenie â? oh So if I want somebody to love I just can't expect too much From the boys just using for play (Boys, boys, boys) Just use them to play with (Boys, boys, boys) They're really cute They're not really good for, that much But they can like, run around and You know, you kinda get down with 'em and There're kinda furry and They kinda smell but Something's eh boys are, boys are okay Parts of 'em, parts of 'em are okay (Thanks to Estelle pour cettes paroles) Aus Songtexte Mania