When you got my phone number
It made your year
(So you just) Had to sing my praises
For the rest of your career
You took aim and tried and failed to shoot me down
Now all you can do is trail in my slipstream
Bleating on about how you're not like the other guys
But I don't think I'd like you if you were my type
(Boys) You almost have to laugh
It's too good to be true
Who is that and why's he looking at me?
Better not be you
Hero worship's great
But why do I scramble your brain?
If you could see yourself through my eyes
It wouldn't make you feel ten feet tall
And every time I open my mouth
I say what I've been trying to explain
And then I hear you singing it back (back)
And when I see you writing your
Lil avant-garde melodies
I'm picturing you pulling a pained expression (Oh)
Like you've got constipation
But abundance of inspiration
'Cause you're so silly and you're full of yourself
You believe your own dreck (Yes, you do)
It's kind of sexy but you know that as well
Kind of cute like a pet
When you got my phone number
It made your year
So you just had to sing my praises
For the rest of your career
You took aim and tried and failed to shoot me down
Now all you can do is trail in my slipstream (Oh)
Bleating on about how you're not like the other guys (Uh)
But I don't think you'd like me if I was your type
Boys