Boys and Girls

The girls and the boys, they want to party hardy,
But they're still stuck at sweet sixteen,
The girls and the boys, they don't care, they want it now,
But their parents won't set them free,

The girls and the boys, they're beasts in cages, they've been there for ages,
They're anxious to run the town, paint it with purple love,
The girls and the boys want to rush, want to rush through their phases,
They're born on silver spoons, dream of golden forks, they've never had it tough,

So all the boys and the girls,
Get out of control, we get out of hand,
And we move it, and we lose it, we don't understand,
All the boys and the girls,
Scratch their itches, make like they're bitches,
And we grind it, and we find that we don't like to dance,
When the lights are out,

The girls and the boys, they start mighty young, so they grow old faster,
Rush the scene, the more obscene, the more you're a teen,
The girls and the boys want to romp in the underground where there's no master,
Hide your wallets, they still won't stop it, don't get on your knees,

Don't waste your time, they won't listen,

So all the boys and the girls,
Get out of control, we get ouf hand,
And we move it, and we lose it, we don't understand,
All the boys and the girls,
Scratch their itches, make like they're bitches,
And we grind it, and we find that we don't like to dance,
When the lights are out,

They've got free entries to the best places in town,
All the girls, all the boys know how to get around,
They've got swagger, they've got style copied from books and magazines,
All the girls, and the boys have the advertising agency's ideal brain wave for teens,

But the lights, they burn out, when they're not looking,
And the flights, they take off if you're in for late booking,
Time flies when you're having fun, it's all smiles when you're young,
But all these boys, all these girls, are still timid, we're still dumb,

Mistakes, soon to be made, errors of our ways, looking back on our heydays,
Receding hair lines and taxes, may be the axes, that hack their hind brains,
Children playing on the see saws, see the boys, see the girls, get lost,
Make their ways through the mazes,through all these places,with all these flaws,

So all the boys and the girls,
Get out of control, we get ouf hand,
And we move it, and we lose it, we don't understand,
All the boys and the girls,
Scratch their itches, make like they're bitches,
And we grind it, and we find that we don't like to dance,
When the lights are out,

The club lights will dim, we will see who wins, we will see who's dancing alone,
But boys on boys, and girls on girls, tonight, they're not going home
We're not going home, It's now or never,
It's not denial, it's taking advantage of the current fever,
So join us or beat it,scramble to your beds and stay, be jealous,
We're fucking with the gals, fucking with the fellows,
We're living it, we're not giving it,
Up, maybe later, yeah?

Boys And Girls

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