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
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 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-