Boys Lyrics | Kesha

Now today class, the topic of the day: boys
Boys, pretend they’re men, they’re just, boys
They’re always scratching on their toys
But let me tell you something bout boys
Bout boys, bout boys, bout boys, bout boys,
bout boys, bout boys, bout boys

Tell me Rebeca, what do you know about boys?
Boys are horny in the morning
then they tell me that they love me
Then I give’em what they want
they always take me shopping
Boys don’t play it like James Dean
Dressing slick and talking butter
Missbehave, go to school
I kick their ass like i’m their mother

La-la-la-la-lala la-lala-la-la-la

Boys
(boys, boys, boys)
Pretend they’re men, but they’re just, boys
They’re always scratching on their toys
(toys, toys, toys)
But let me tell you something bout boys
Bout boys, bout boys, bout boys.

You there, in the front row
Ke$ha, you,
What do you know about boys?
Would you like to share with the class?

If you looked in my boyfriend’s brain
You’d see it’s kind of roomy
There’re some balls and there is a sausage
Always pointing at my boobies
But don’t get too complicated,
use big words or talk too quick
You must learn to just be patient
Cause he’s thinking with his **** (oooh)

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-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 ok)

So, If I want somebody to love
I just can’t expect too much,
From the boys just using for play
(Yeah, that’s ok)

Boys
(boys, boys, boys)
Pretend thy’re men, but they’re just, boys
They’re always scratching on their toys
(toys, toys, toys)
But let me tell you something bout boys
Bout boys, bout boys, bout boys

So, to sum up today’s lesson:

Boys they might have sexy muscles,
Or a shiny Lamborghini
But it’s probably compensated for
an eeny teeny weenie, (oooh)

Eenie – teeny – weenie
Eenie – teeny – weenie
Eenie – teeny – weenie
Eenie – teeny – weenie

So, If i want somebody to love,
I just can’t expect too much
From the boys just using for play

Boys
(boys, boys, boys)
Just use them to play with

Na-na-na-na-na–na–na-na-na

Boys
(boys, boys, boys)
They’re really cute
They’re not really good for...
That much
But, they can like
(toys, toys, toys)
Run arround, and
You know, you can kinda of get down with’em, and
They’re kinda furry and
They kinda smell, but
Sometimes, eh
Boys, boys are okay
Parts of’em, parts of ‘em are okay