I got a boy, got boy trouble I got a man I just don't want Got myself in soapy bubble He wants love but I don't
And when I see him on the street I look the other way And when he asks if we could meet I tell him another day
Boy trouble, boy trouble He thinks he's here to stay Boy trouble, boy trouble I wish he'd go away
He brings me sweets, he brings me flowers He says he wants to be my friend He rings me nearly every hour There goes that phone again He wants to take me out somewhere Got tickets for a show I say I've got to wash my hair 'Cos I don't wanna go