Beat Happening - This Many Boyfriends Club Lyrics
This many boyfriends walk her homeThis many boyfriends ring the phoneLori, Lori what's the story?All those boys think you are boringThey just see those bobby socksNot what's beneath those curly locksIt makes me madWhen I see them make you sadSometimes I wanna be real badAnd shove those words back down their throatLori, Lori what's the story?Let's go do some apple coringWe will bake an apple pieMaybe that will dry your eyesThe oven's warmHow come your hands are so cold?Lori, Lori what's the hurry?So they think they're judge and juryThe reason we cause such a flurryIs they'll never love so purelyWe tip over apple cartsWith the pounding of our heartsLori, Lori don't you worryWe'll have our own swimming partyWe'll swim up and we'll swim backNow you're sitting in my lapAnd there's one thing I forgotI love Lori a lot.