You're full of shit, we're not breaking it down for you again.
Where are you getting this from? You're pushing it.
It was you who started it.
I give up. You're just too good
At nothing in particular. You're full of shit.
Fine, you'll see he's super into me.
[Chorus:]
Because of boys
We wear nylons
We pull each other's hair.
Because of boys
And the things people might say
We cry in all different ways
Because of boys
We really go off
Because of boys.
Rifle, that's the word that comes to my mind
When I think about my girl friends.
And me, I've my dose, no joke,
Of your doses of the pill.
I must be hallucinating. You need a vaccine.
All this for some show-off guy.
You're depressing. I'll leave him to you, if that's your type.
[Chorus repeats]
It's the fault of the magazines
Of the Maries, and the Claires and Marie-Claire
The newspapers and magazines* [are] all too clear
The women of today and yesterday.
It's the fault of magazines
Of the Maries and the Frances and Marie-France
The practical women who aren't fed up
With Cosmo, Vogue and all the rest.
Because of boys
We rack our brains
We melt like ice
Because of boys
I lie, you lie, we lie
We're slippery like soap
Because of boys
We seriously fall out with each other.
Because of boys.