the boys

You tease the boys

Walking by with your ways

Swinging your body

The boys whistle

You turn around and smile

“Boys you aren't my kind

You aren't men I need”

The boys whistle

“Hey Miss?

What about me?

Am I not man enough for you?”

“You are just a garbage man”

“You aren't my kind

I want a real man

Take me into his sunset

But you? You make me laugh!”

The boys whistle

“Hey man she isn't your kind

She is waiting for us

Back behind the sack!”

The woman turns around

“Hey boys don't be so cocky

You haven't finished High School

You are just the raging bull!”

“Hey girl

You just have to see

When we come to play

You will not say we are the boys”

You tease the boys

Walking by with your ways

When we come to play

You will not say we are the boys