Party Bags lyrics
So many boys in here
That I don't know which one to choose He's cute, he's not He's a pretty boy, thinks he's so hot And I keep dialing so many number I keep asking to stop I keeping all these numbers Stashed up in my party bag And I know if I called you boy I know you'd call me back You'd probably break your fingers Answering the phone so fast It'd be your lucky day To wind up in my party bag Party bag, party bag, party bag Party bag, party bag, party bag Hey boys admit the truth Us girls make all the rules We calling all the shots Stand in line, look real hot He's don't, he's cool Isn't he the one That we saw at school Hey Mandy, get in line Hey wait, that boy is mine I keeping all these numbers Stashed up in my party bag And I know if I called you boy I know you'd call me back You'd probably break your fingers Answering the phone so fast It'd be your lucky day To wind up in my party bag Party bag, party bag, party bag Party bag, party bag, party bag He's stuck in la la land That boy's a GaGa fan I'm hoping that this song Does half as well as blah blah man I'm good, he's bad Momma tell me that these boys are fab But I love it, I dumped him Back off, no kissing in public Don't kiss me, oh I keeping all these numbers Stashed up in my party bag And I know if I called you boy I know you'd call me back You'd probably break your fingers Answering the phone so fast It'd be your lucky day To wind up in my party bag Party bag, party bag, party bag Party bag, party bag, party bag
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