Bo-boys

No, I'm not bitter, I'm not mad.
Well, maybe just a little, just a tad.
I know every apple here ain't bad,
But I found a worm in every single one I had.
They're only good for fruit, I mean bananas.
Them boys so nuts, they're drivin' me bananas
Oh boys, we should pack them up and ship em out.
Bo-boys

I hate boys but in the same times love them,

I think they suck and my friends agree.

We would all be happy all be glad,
If sweet mama nature never had,
A-all this dirty little boys who think that the girls
Are only made for toys
Boys wants them women, though they barely can remember.
Then again all men are dogs.
All men are dogs.