Boys Not Girls-Five O’Clock Heroes

Last night I met you girl, You were walking on the street, To the beat of "Whistling Dixie" Oooowoah oh oh oh. Dressed in your heels so high, You'd better call, do you call, For a boy on Those lonely nights, Those restless ways, Those times you try, To tell your friends, He likes boys not girls, He likes boys not girls, He likes boys not girls. Oooowoah oh oh oh. Play it down till your fingers bleed, As you learn how to flirt and to tease, In the back of the car seat. Oooowoah oh oh oh. Way down in London town, I laugh at the way I remember, The times you chased me. To the park, where I want to go home, Those lonely nights, Those restless ways, Those times you try, To tell your friends, He likes boys not girls, He likes boys not girls, He likes boys not girls. Oooowoah oh oh oh. I'll be right there, When things go wrong for you, Someone to share, Well I'll be right there, When you come calling and say. He likes boys not girls, He likes boys not girls, He likes boys not girls. Oooowoah oh oh oh.