Boy Games

by Tara Auburn   Aug 5, 2004


Every time I like a boy it's another heart ache.
Every time I like a boy it's another night to cry into my pillow.
Why do I play these crazy boy games?
Why do I put myslef through this torture?
Every time I like a boy it's another heart ache.
Every time I like a boy it's another night to cry into my pillow.
Why can't I learn from the past?
Why can't I remember the pain from the last boy?
Every time I like a boy it's another heart ache.
Every time I like a boy it's another night to cry into my pillow.
Why is it that every boy sees me only as a friend?
Why is it that evey boy seems to be the perfect one?
Every time I like a boy it's another heart ache.
Every time I like a boy it's another night to cry into my pillow.
When am I going to find that right one?
When am I going to get the one I want?
Every time I like a boy it's another heart ache.
Every time I like a boy it's another night to cry into my pillow.
It's another night to cry into my pillow.

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