boy crazy.
If he just threw on a shirt
With a pair of dirty jeans
Showed up a little late to work
Aw, but he's following his dreams
If he can't pay his rent
But he's driving 'round in a Mercedes
You wouldn't call a boy crazy
And if he got his heart broke
Had a couple late nights
Maybe had a couple smokes
Maybe got into a fight
And If he got so drunk that he called another girl baby
You wouldn't call a boy crazy
I hate to tell you the way of the world
By now it just doesn't phase me
That's just the difference in boys and in girls
We never call the boy crazy
If he's heading back home
And he's put on a couple pounds
If he showed up all alone
And all his friends have settled down
And if he's pushing thirty and still hasn't had any babies
You wouldn't call a boy crazy
I hate to tell you the way of the world
By now it just doesn't phase me
That's just the difference in boys and in girls
We never call the boy crazy
Call the boy crazy
If he was telling you the truth
Just had to get it off his chest
You wouldn't think that he was rude
Or blame it all on PMS
If one second he's laughing
And one second later he's angry
You wouldn't call a boy crazy
Am I crazy or is something kinda messed up
With the way we
Never call the boy crazy?
With a pair of dirty jeans
Showed up a little late to work
Aw, but he's following his dreams
If he can't pay his rent
But he's driving 'round in a Mercedes
You wouldn't call a boy crazy
And if he got his heart broke
Had a couple late nights
Maybe had a couple smokes
Maybe got into a fight
And If he got so drunk that he called another girl baby
You wouldn't call a boy crazy
I hate to tell you the way of the world
By now it just doesn't phase me
That's just the difference in boys and in girls
We never call the boy crazy
If he's heading back home
And he's put on a couple pounds
If he showed up all alone
And all his friends have settled down
And if he's pushing thirty and still hasn't had any babies
You wouldn't call a boy crazy
I hate to tell you the way of the world
By now it just doesn't phase me
That's just the difference in boys and in girls
We never call the boy crazy
Call the boy crazy
If he was telling you the truth
Just had to get it off his chest
You wouldn't think that he was rude
Or blame it all on PMS
If one second he's laughing
And one second later he's angry
You wouldn't call a boy crazy
Am I crazy or is something kinda messed up
With the way we
Never call the boy crazy?
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Writer(s): Hillary Lindsey, Nicolle Galyon, Kelsea Ballerini
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