They make your heart flutter,
And fill with butterflies,
They sneak you into their trap,
And cover it up with lies.
They're every girls dream,
While they're running through your head,
Twenty four seven,
Then you go brain dead.
They're all you ever think about,
They're in your mind when you sleep,
They're making life hard for you,
Knowing he's only a dream.
But boys aren't the problem,
It's what they like to do,
So when you get a boy,
Make sure he cares for and loves you.
