Oh, but kids, you know what really wrecked it
Was his grand and histrionic exit
And I sat on that bed so perplexedStrung out and fuming and vexed
Whisper louder what you want from me
Because I can′t fucking hear you
You keep crying the way Jesus do
Maybe this isn't about ya
Well, maybe this isn′t about ya
Will someone tell the boys they're not important anymore?
Will someone tell the boys they're not important anymore?
I have anecdotes to offer
They won′t do much for this gentleman
′Cause his every thought's a sacrament
And his every word′s been said
And I find this awfully boring
But I wouldn't ever say
Because God made boys all-knowing
And I wish God made me gay
And I wish God made me gay
Will someone tell the boys they′re not important anymore?
Will someone tell the boys they're not important anymore?
Will someone tell the boys they′re not important anymore?
Will someone tell the boys they're not important anymore?
Couldn't hear what he said
Probably something prolific just like my ex-boyfriend
And he′s got my ring in his bed
He turned me sideways and said, "I don′t wanna have sex"
And I couldn't get a word in
I should′ve paid him
I'm just a vessel still
I guess need to be filled
But will someone tell the boys they′re not important anymore?
Will someone tell the boys they're not important anymore?
Will someone tell the boys they′re not important anymore?
Will someone tell the boys they're not important anymore?
Will someone tell the boys they're not important?
