Boys
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We pick up the pieces when they make a mess
Their shirts in creases, when we're in an ironed dress
We're on time to things, they're at least 15 late
That's just a couple things I've learned about boys these days
I've learned about boys these days
They like their freedom
But boys, they get lonely sometimes
And, damn, we need 'em
Sometimes I've asked myself why
'Cause they're a pain when they don't think with their heads
Sometimes I wish I played the other team instead
But as much as we hate them through all the noise
Gotta love 'em, boys will be boys
It's harder for them to see the other point of view
We do things thoroughly, but shortcuts they'd rather do
Breaking up is easier for them somehow
They don't cry, ask why, they go out, they're okay
That's just a couple things I've learned about boys these days
They like their freedom
But boys, they get lonely sometimes
And, damn, we need 'em
Sometimes I've asked myself why
'Cause they're a pain when they don't think with their heads
Sometimes I wish I played the other team instead
But as much as we hate them through all the noise
Gotta love 'em, boys will be boys
Like a moth to a flame
We know sometimes we'll end up getting burned
But we try just the same
When it comes to boys, I guess we never learn
That boys will be boys
They like their freedom
But boys, they get lonely sometimes
And, damn, we need 'em
Sometimes I've asked myself why
'Cause they're a pain when they don't think with their heads
Sometimes I wish I played the other team instead
But as much as we hate them through all the noise
Gotta love 'em, boys will be boys
Their shirts in creases, when we're in an ironed dress
We're on time to things, they're at least 15 late
That's just a couple things I've learned about boys these days
I've learned about boys these days
They like their freedom
But boys, they get lonely sometimes
And, damn, we need 'em
Sometimes I've asked myself why
'Cause they're a pain when they don't think with their heads
Sometimes I wish I played the other team instead
But as much as we hate them through all the noise
Gotta love 'em, boys will be boys
It's harder for them to see the other point of view
We do things thoroughly, but shortcuts they'd rather do
Breaking up is easier for them somehow
They don't cry, ask why, they go out, they're okay
That's just a couple things I've learned about boys these days
They like their freedom
But boys, they get lonely sometimes
And, damn, we need 'em
Sometimes I've asked myself why
'Cause they're a pain when they don't think with their heads
Sometimes I wish I played the other team instead
But as much as we hate them through all the noise
Gotta love 'em, boys will be boys
Like a moth to a flame
We know sometimes we'll end up getting burned
But we try just the same
When it comes to boys, I guess we never learn
That boys will be boys
They like their freedom
But boys, they get lonely sometimes
And, damn, we need 'em
Sometimes I've asked myself why
'Cause they're a pain when they don't think with their heads
Sometimes I wish I played the other team instead
But as much as we hate them through all the noise
Gotta love 'em, boys will be boys