MUSIC FOR SALE

(Verse 1)
I don't want no boys, I ain't got time for...
(Sighs dramatically)
Seriously, like, are you lost? Did your mom pack your lunch?
'Cause I ain't got time for tantrums, what you have for breakfast, lemme guess: Captain Crunch?
You're texting me with emojis, and asking if I'm "free"?
Honey, I'm a CEO, not a babysitting tree.
(Chorus)
Boys, boys, boys, boys, boys, boys, boys, boys, boys...
Please, take your tiny hearts and find some other toys.
I need a man who knows his way, around a dinner date,
Not someone asking to chill at my crib 'cause their parents are still awake at 8 PM. Like, seriously? When's your bedtime, dude?
(Verse 2)
You're flexing muscles in your selfies, with a pouty little face,
While I'm hustling, racking stacks, running a fast-paced race.
You think a "like" is foreplay? Honey, you're so wrong,
I need a man who whispers sweet nothings, all night long.
Not "wyd?" at 2 AM, with a picture of your feet.
I'm busy dreaming of a man, with a sensual, sweet heat.
(Chorus)
Boys, boys, boys, boys, boys, boys, boys, boys, boys...
Please, take your tiny hearts and find some other toys.
I need a man who knows his way, around a dinner date,
He opens all doors, turns the heater on to keep me warm, and calls if he's going to be late.
Not a boy, who doesn't show, and sends a "my bad" the next day.
(Bridge)
A real man values my time, when he makes plans with me, he keeps them.
You're asking for my Snapchat? Darling, I used that back in the day.
Call me over and hand me a controller? No, I don't wanna play.
I need a man who can fix a sink, and then fix me, you know?
A little bit of dirty talk, and a really strong glow.
I need a man who knows his wine, and knows just how to tease,
Not someone asking "are you sure?" when I'm begging on my knees.
(Chorus)
Boys, boys, boys, boys, boys, boys, boys, boys, boys...
Please, take your tiny hearts and find some other toys.
I need a man who knows his way, around a dinner date,
He opens all doors, turns the heater on to keep me warm, and calls if he's going to be late.
Not a boy, who doesn't show, and sends a "my bad" the next day.
You're asking for my Snapchat? Darling, I used that back in the day.
Call me over and hand me a controller? No, I don't wanna play!
(Outro)
Boys, bless their little hearts, they just don't understand.
I need a man who's got the goods, and a confident, strong hand.
So, boys, go play your video games, 'cause you're not in a real women's league.
You think the proper way to behave is to have a woman wait while you get to the next town so you can save?