Boys These Days

Boys, ew.
I'm so sick of the boys these days.
Say they will, but they never change.
Think they're different, they're all the same.
That's why I'm sick of the boys these days.
All they do is talk.
Taking every chance to shoot their shot.
Always put their hands where they should not.
Only feeling sorry when they're caught.
Every boy is soft.
Shooting me so hard to get me off.
Searching for the spot, but they get lost.
Leave me there to finish what they start.
I'm so sick of the boys these days.
Say they will, but they never change.
Think they're different, they're all the same.
That's why I'm sick of the boys these days.
Ba-da-da-da-da-da. That's why I'm sick of the boys these days.
Remember Andres? Oh, yes. He was a mess.