It's Springtime, it's fling time
That happy time of year
Where your words
Just happen to hang off my ear

I kind of hate that way
I never know if what you say
Is a sign if you wanna be my friend
Or something a bit more

Boys suck
Yes, they really, really do
Boys suck
And you know it's true

What would you call me, anyway?
A close acquitance or just
That creepy girl who likes
To hang around you?

Yeah, okay, maybe it's simple
I could just ask you for the truth
Except for that little thing I forgot
I'm a total wimp!

Boys suck
Yes, they really, really do
Boys suck
And you know it's true

I'm pretty sure you don't hate me
But that doesn't answer my question
Of do you like me?
Or do you just wish I'd shut up?

So maybe I'm the one
Sticking myself in a rut
It doesn't help that my brain
Is also full of smut

Boys suck
Yes, they really, really do
Boys suck
And you know it's true

Blah blah blah blah
It'd be best if I got off my rear end
Doo-boo-shoo-doo
Before you hear this from my friends

They never say romance is fun
And a crush is meant to be hard
But there's only one thing this
Had taught me, and this is it

Boys suck
Yes, they really, really do
Boys suck
And you know it's true