The blonde who's in a band with her twin Gives you a lift and idles the engine Leans over and tells you how it's going to be I know about her; does she know about me?
Or the long-tail pony with the thick, dark mane Fourteen hands, four thousand names You share her feed at the compound trough And then climb back on when she throws you off
There are other boys, too There are other boys, too There are other boys, too But don't let it worry you
And the spider you kissed in her stairwell Where she demonstrates acoustics to ne'er-do-wells Then spins her web and sells her spells
And the chick who writes songs and then insists On playing them, yes, she's persistent How could any man resist A girl with such a big setlist?
And the one you whisper to when you call her She's taller than a basketballer Saw you both on deck before the wreck You'll either drown or crick your neck
There are other boys, too There are other boys, too There are other boys, too But don't let it worry you
And that sometime-star of stage and screen Who had a bit part in a film back in her teens No, I'm not saying she wasn't great Perhaps she planned to be upstaged by the Empire State
And the one who smokes your cigarettes Yeah, she might pose the biggest threat yet When no one else can intercede She's got the stuff you think you need
I've seen them come, I've seen them go Through the big swings doors at the old chĂąteau When they quit calling, texting, knockin' I will be there for the lock-in
There are other girls you see There are other girls you see There are other girls you see But I don't let it
There are other boys, too There are other boys, too There are other boys, too But don't let it