Oh, but kids, you know what really wrecked it

Was his grand and histrionic exit

And I sat on that bed so perplexedStrung out and fuming and vexed

Whisper louder what you want from me

Because I can′t fucking hear you

You keep crying the way Jesus do

Maybe this isn't about ya

Well, maybe this isn′t about ya

Will someone tell the boys they're not important anymore?

Will someone tell the boys they're not important anymore?

I have anecdotes to offer

They won′t do much for this gentleman

′Cause his every thought's a sacrament

And his every word′s been said

And I find this awfully boring

But I wouldn't ever say

Because God made boys all-knowing

And I wish God made me gay

And I wish God made me gay

Will someone tell the boys they′re not important anymore?

Will someone tell the boys they're not important anymore?

Will someone tell the boys they′re not important anymore?

Will someone tell the boys they're not important anymore?

Couldn't hear what he said

Probably something prolific just like my ex-boyfriend

And he′s got my ring in his bed

He turned me sideways and said, "I don′t wanna have sex"

And I couldn't get a word in

I should′ve paid him

I'm just a vessel still

I guess need to be filled

But will someone tell the boys they′re not important anymore?

Will someone tell the boys they're not important anymore?

Will someone tell the boys they′re not important anymore?

Will someone tell the boys they're not important anymore?

Will someone tell the boys they're not important?