Boy - K.I.D, cupcakKe

Whistle at me as you ride your bike down Cherry Street

Oh, you’re very sweet

We spent two days with nothing on

But cassette tapes from '93

Boy, my joy’s in your skin, boy

When we get to talking, boy

I really want it, boy

All of my real filthy dreams come true

When I pull you in the bar bathroom

Oh, boy, I like your tongue in my mouth

Oh, boy, I like my back on your couch

Oh, boy, c’mon and put my anxious heart to rest

Boy, boy, boy, boy

Boy, boy, boy, boy

Come outside and help me light my cigarette

Then I’ll kiss your neck

Tell me why you hesitate, don’t you love me yet?

Don’t you love me yet?

Boy, my joy’s in your skin, boy

When we get to talking, boy

I really want it, boy

All of my real filthy dreams come true

When I pull you in the bar bathroom

Oh, boy, I like your tongue in my mouth

Oh, boy, I like my back on your couch

Oh, boy, c’mon and put my anxious heart to rest

Boy, I like your tongue in my mouth

Oh, boy, I like my back on your couch

Oh, boy, c’mon and put my anxious heart to rest

Boy, boy, boy, boy

Boy, boy, boy, boy

Boy, boy, boy, boy

Boy, boy, boy, boy

Boy, my joy’s in your skin, boy

When we get to talking, boy

I really want it, boy