Borscht - Boys Who Make Out Lyrics

I hang out with the boys who make out
Their blood shot eyes
Rolling back inside of their heads
Swimming in and out of the party
They show their love in the funniest ways
Turning wasted minutes, into wasted days
There's somethin bout the way you pass out in the kitchen
And who's in the living room kissing
And I feel so tired
But night time gets me thinking
I can't spend it all alone and not drinking
The boys call me up
Meet them in the park in 5
If the kids only knew what happens
When it's late and we're feelin' alive!
Joe Joe's got a tight little number on
We're eating for days now, cause he's got popcorn
Mondays here, but we're not sleeping none
Me and the boys, we fall asleep to the
Sound of the gun
In these strange playground years
We're grinding down all our gears.
We hear the sounds of the machines,
But we're not listening anymore to what they mean
Let's get another round
We'll worry about it later!
And I forgot to call my mother...
Girls keep your heads high
Cause the boys can party for way too long
Party for way too long
Party for way too long
Party for way too long
Party for way too long
Party for way too long
Party for way too long, yeah well
I hang out with the boys who make out
Their bloodshot eyes
Rolling back inside of their heads
The boys got back in town, and I only had room left for one