Boys will be boys
Right?
Boys will be violent
And blood would burst through their knuckles, and they would still be silent.
Boys will grab your skin and lick your neck and think to themselves: "She tastes so good, just like Michelle!"
Boys will be boys.

They would put their head on your lap and smile and you'll fall for it
Because what's there to lose
Just a part of your purity, you choose.
Boys will be boys.
Their lips might taste like milk and honey
But they're bitter when it comes to money.

Boys will be boys.
He would say: "Darling, you're exhausted, but please get on your knees and..."
Boys will be boys.
It would hurt the first time and even the second
But time can't be reckoned.
A tornado. That's what they are. They come and slip through your fingers like rain, like feet on silk
And they're gonna poison your drink
Because boys will be boys.

"You're mine! We're toxic! You are a mess! "
Until you will become "you were"
But you asked for it, the moment you opened your legs and he got inside her.
Inhale. Boys will be boys.
They'll smoke you out and still infect their lungs with your parfume
After all, you went with him in that dark room.
Your head was spinning the moment he grabbed you neck and then kissed your forehead.
He was gentle, or at least you felt nothing
Why? Were you on something?
You don't remember right?
Because boys will be boys
Go ahead and write

Write and dedicate poems to them
While their probably unbuttoning
Another girl's shirt
It's fine, it gets easier once you put a ring on your finger and then he becomes a drinker.
Boys will be boys
And until they're gonna man up
Grab a cup
Sip your tea and write
And think in delight
Your boy is different.
Your boy is a man
Not a toy.
He's there to enjoy
You and only you
And maybe ten other girls that write just the same shit as you.

Boys will be boys.