Boys

Boys
I like 'em fat, I like 'em tall
Some skinny, some small
I got to get to know them all

Boys
I love the things they know
I love the things they show
Have to be where they go (They go)

Pretty boys (Boys)
Sunshine in their hair
Perfume that they wear
Boys are everywhere

I'd like to be on an island
With five or six of them fine ones
Even one that ain't good lookin'
'Cause they're the ones that do the best cookin'

Give me one with lots of money
Give me two with lots of honey
Give me three that do them freaky things
Give me four fat daddy's that like to swing

Boys
I love the things they know
I love the things they show
Have to be where they go (They go)

Pretty boys (Boys)
Sunshine in their hair
Perfume that they wear
Boys are everywhere

Boys, boys, boys, boys
Boys, boys, boys, boys
Boys, boys, boys, boys
Boys, boys

I'd like to be a magician
So I finally could stop wishing
I'd take my magic wand and
Poof, I'd have big fun

Now if the girls could see me
They'd swear I was a Houdini
Before they count from one, two, three
I'd have ten guys sitting next to me

Boys
I love the things they know
I love the things they show
Have to be where they go (They go)

Pretty boys (Boys)
Sunshine in their hair
Perfume that they wear
Boys are everywhere

Boys
Boys, boys

Oooh, boys
Superboy