Boys Who Kiss You in Their Car

Five, six, seven, eight They always wanna make out in the back seat 1975 CD on repeat And how I ended up here again, I don't know They still live with their parents, so we can't go there I'm always undecided, do I really care? That moment when they lean in, oh God, here we go It's always the boys with the beanies It's always the ones with the broken hearts It's a type, it doesn't matter who they really are They're just the boys that kiss you in their car They're just the boys that The boys that kiss you They'll tell you about everything that they hate And somehow bring up everyone that they've dated The worst is when they start talking about their band (It's just a shitty little boy band) And even when they show up with a sexy accent You still don't wanna hear them ask to lean your seat back And no, I still don't wanna hear about your band (You should've just kissed me) It's always the boys with the beanies It's always the ones with the broken hearts It's a type, it doesn't matter who they really are They're just the boys that kiss you in their car It doesn't matter who they really are They're just the boys who kiss you in their car It doesn't matter who they really are It doesn't matter who they really are (oh, oh) It's always the boys with the beanies It's always the ones with the broken hearts It's a type, it doesn't matter who they really are They're just the boys that kiss you in their car And they only type in lowercase, they never take you to their place They tell you they could love you, but the next day they're asking for space Wake up on Tuesday, forget your face It doesn't matter who they really are So add another tally mark the next time that you meet someone Who you'll only let kiss you, so the date will be done No surprise, it's a type It doesn't matter who they really are They're just the boys that kiss you in their-