Boys I Like

Whoa, whoa, whoa, You must be happy always leaning on the boys that I like Cause things are different now, you just can't sit back and laugh at the inner crowd Anymore at all Anymore at all Now don't throw it in my face, telling stories about your escapades Better take something for yourself Cause things aren't that different now I got it, but it's so wrong and you know where it is I got it, but it's so wrong and you know where it is And you, must be happy always hitting on the boys that I like And you, must be happy always hitting on the boys that I like Whoa, whoa, whoa.