Boys are young, boys are old
Most men act like boys I'm told
Just ask a boy his point of view
He'll run that man stuff down on you
(Say, don't you know you're talkin' to a man, baby?)
A boy will ask you for your name
Before he tries to run his game
And when he's finally made his play
That's when the boy runs away
But we still like the boys
White ones, black ones, red ones
White ones, black ones, red ones
White ones, black ones, red ones
White ones, black ones, red ones
Boys with curls we like a lot
And boys with braids are really hot
Boys that dance and dine and wine
Can hang with us most anytime
Boys are boys, we can't do without
In every man there's a boy about
Come lay your head, boy, on my breast
And let my love just do the rest
But we still like the boys
You gotta know, you gotta know that by now
You gotta know, you gotta know that by now
You gotta know, you gotta know that by now
You gotta know, you gotta know that by now
You got lovin' on your mind
You just call me any week
When you feel the need to freak
When you want someone to play with
Oh, you can call me anytime
And I mean that from the bottom of my heart
But we still like the boys
But we still like the boys
How would you like some of that
Well, it's like, I don't know!
I don't think I want any of that
Jojo, check out the guy with the Jheri curl
Look at that stuff dripping all over his shirt!
Maxi, check the guy out with the tight jeans
Uh-uh, I ain't in no shape
Look at the guy over there with the orange shoes
You mean the one with the platforms on?
Yeah, is that a guy--oh, man!
I don't know, I think he's in between
Oh, but we still like the boys
Oh, look at that one with the braids