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Last night I met you girl
You were walking on the street
To the beat of Whistling Dixie
Oooowoah oh oh oh
Dressed in your heels so high
You'd better call do you call
For a boy on
Those lonely nights
Those restless ways
Those times you try
To tell your friends
He likes boys not girls
He likes boys not girls
He likes boys not girls
Oooowoah oh oh oh
Play it down till your fingers bleed
As you learn how to flirt and to tease
In the back of the car seat
Oooowoah oh oh oh
Way down in London town
I laugh at the way I remember
The times you chased me
To the park where I want to go home
Those lonely nights
Those restless ways
Those times you try
To tell your friends
He likes boys not girls
He likes boys not girls
He likes boys not girls
Oooowoah oh oh oh
I'll be right there
When things go wrong for you
Someone to share
Well I'll be right there
When you come calling and say
He likes boys not girls
He likes boys not girls
He likes boys not girls
Oooowoah oh oh oh
