Youre mad were not gonna make you up
Another story like that
What story you talking about
You dare you started it all
I quit
Youre really too crazy
You mess up at small things
You see, him, he thinks Im really smashing
Because of boys
We put nylon stockings
We fight between girls
Because of boys
And of what others think
We go flirting any which way
Because of boys
We salute all right
Because of boys
Rifle is the word that springs to my mind
When I think about my (girl)friends
And Im sick of it
Without being part of your dose
Of daydreaming
Im hallucinating
We must pester you
All this for a show off of a guy
Youve got the blues I leave him to you
Hes your style
Its because of mags
Magazines
The Marie, the Claire
The Marie-Claire
The Figues, the Macdo outer Claire
The women of today and of yesterday
Its because of mags
Magazines
The Marie, the France
The Marie-France
Practical women that have had enough
Of Cosmo Vogue and all the bazar
Because of boy
We squeeze our lemon
We melt like icecubes
Because of boys
I lie you lie we lie
We glide like soap
Because of boys
We push each other all right
Because of boys
