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My parents are convinced there’s something wrong with me |
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They’re telling me they just don’t understand |
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They say they've tried their best to get along with me |
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But lately I’ve been getting out of hand |
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I’m boy crazy… boy crazy… crazy over boys |
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I’ve traded in my teddy bears for other cuddly toys |
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I’ll say it proud and sing it loud… don’t care who it annoys |
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I’m boy crazy… boy crazy… crazy over boys |
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My dad’s rolled off the rails completely that's for sure |
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My mom is in a constant state of gloom |
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They’re worried I’ve gone psycho and there is no cure |
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They just might ground me in a padded room |
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I’m boy crazy… boy crazy… crazy over boys |
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I’ve traded in my teddy bears for other cuddly toys |
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I’ll say it proud and sing it loud… don’t care who it annoys |
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I’m boy crazy… boy crazy… crazy over boys |
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Instrumental |
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My parents want their princess back they still adore |
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They fear she’s lost and I’m the missing link |
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They’re full of weird ideas… O M G here’s one more |
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They’re gonna send me to their freaky shrink |
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He waved his watch before my eyes and warned me not to blink |
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He swore the more that I’d relax the deeper I would sink |
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He did his hocus pocus then woke me with a noise |
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To make this diagnosis...
I’m crazy over boys |
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I’m boy crazy… boy crazy… crazy over boys |
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I’ve traded in my teddy bears for other cuddly toys |
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I’ll say it proud and sing it loud… don’t care who it annoys |
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I’m boy crazy… boy crazy… crazy over boys |
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