Karen:
Ooooohh...
Yeah

Some boys are filling, some boys are filling the hole
They´re making the killing at the top of the billings
Their role, and that´s all that they know
But some boys don´t listen, some boys don´t listen at all
They don´t ask for permission, they lack inhibitions
No walls, they get what they want

But some boys don´t know how to love

Some boys are singing, some boys are singing the blues, yeah
Joylessly flinging with the girls that they´re bringing to their rooms
And then leave them, they´re through
Some boys are sleeping, some boys are sleeping alone
´Cause there´s no one that´s keeping them warm through the evening
They know that they´re on their own

Some boys don´t know how to love

Some boys are sleeping, some boys are sleeping alone
Some boys are sleeping, some boys are sleeping alone

´Cause some boys don´t know how to love, no
Some boys don´t know how to love, no
Some boys don´t know how to love
Some boys don´t know how to love, they get what they went