Boys, Boys

These boys, boys
They're not worth it
They have the emotional quotient of an ant

These boys, boys
They're not worth it
They can't see beyond what they're *****s can see

Oh yes, yes
Their boyish charms
Can sweep you off of your feet

Oh yes, sure
Those boyish smiles
Can make you fall head over heels

These boys, boys
What they're good for
Are for kissing in secluded corners

These boys, yes
What they do best
Are for fooling around on your bed

But no, no
Once you talk sense
They'll slide away like eels smeared with grease

And no, no
Once you get serious
Within a minute they will run away

So girls, ladies
What you gonna do?
Sit and wait for them til they grow up?

So guys, gays
What are we to do?
Wake up and go find real men?

Or wake up and go find real women?