Boys, don't they love to mess with your head?
They love to see you trapped in their game
But I want out! I'm not you're 'babe'
I refuse to be called by that name
Please, don't flirt with me
I don't care what you think you see
That's no excuse to touch me
Can't you see my disgusted reaction?
I hate this attention, despise this affection
And on top of it, you try to brag
About how you got me into your trap,
How you got my number,
How we do far too descriptive things
And I'm always the one that looks dumber
Because as soon as I turn red
The one they believe is you
No one cares about what I would've said
But what you say isn't true