DRIVING THE YOUNG BOYS INSANE - Written by Carroll Bryant
The way you walk and the way you talk
Is excitement and you know it's true
You could be the queen of ecstasy before this holiday is through
Every guys eye is glued onto you
So baby, don't tell a lie
You like it
Every girl you are is getting so bizarre
Other girls are envious of you
Everybody wants your number
Everybody wants your name
This is one hell of a summer, baby
You're driving the young boys insane
What do you want from so many hearts?
You use them then throw them away
But it's not your fault that they get caught
They volunteer or so that's what you say
You're every teens dream
A picture in their head
So baby, don't try to lie
You like it
Every girl you seem to be is just lost identity
Others girls are jealous of you
Everybody wants your number
Everybody wants your name
This is one hell of a summer, baby
You're driving the young boys insane
The way you walk and the way you talk
Makes you lay it on the line
Give it up if you're tough enough
Is what you are hearing all the time
Well baby, you're so bad that it makes me sad
The young ones are waiting for you
Every member of the female gender is tired of competing with you
I know you like it
Everybody wants your number
Everybody wants your name
This is one hell of a summer, baby
You're driving the young boys insane
Everybody wants your number
Everybody wants your name
This is one hell of a summer, baby
You're driving the young boys insane
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