| Fresh out of school the young girl lose the sound | |
| She's gonna go where the young bands hang around | |
| And it's still to right with a voice inside | |
| She's screaming, dreaming | |
| And there's no disguise when you look in her eyes she's scheming | |
| I'm thinking about the boys | |
| She's thinking about the boys | |
| Thinking about the boys | |
| There in the dark he starts to touch her hair | |
| Others go round but right now you don't care | |
| Well you just don't fight when they're holding you tight | |
| That feeling, feeling | |
| Well it looks to good and he's making it so appealing | |
| I'm thinking about the boys | |
| Thinking about the boys | |
| Thinking about the boys | |
| Still feeling ground as she goes to make the kill | |
| Watching her move the world is standing still | |
| Cos it's still too right with a voice inside | |
| You screaming, dreaming | |
| And there's no disguise when you look in their eyes she's scheming | |
| I'm thinking about the boys | |
| Thinking about the boys | |
| Thinking about the boys |