Stupid Boys

He makes his way out your front door
Into the crowd to be seen no more

You're not what he had in mind
And he doesn't have the time

To him you're just an easy score

And you'll ask your self why

All the stupid boys
Treat their girls like toys
Makes them feel like men
We should murder them

Now you have become so cynical
You're dying to hear; "oh darling you're beautiful"
He's on the prowl you're whoring it out
While that skirt screams come validate me now

We don't know the words but we're still singing
We'll catch you out for what you are