Beat Happening - The This Many Boyfriends Club lyrics

This many boyfriends walk her home This many boyfriends ring the phone Lori, Lori what's the story? All those boys think you are boring They just see those bobby socks Not what's beneath those curly locks It makes me mad When I see them make you sad Sometimes I wanna be real bad And shove those words back down their throat Lori, Lori what's the story? Let's go do some apple coring We will bake an apple pie Maybe that will dry your eyes The oven's warm How come your hands are so cold? Lori, Lori what's the hurry? So they think they're judge and jury The reason we cause such a flurry Is they'll never love so purely We tip over apple carts With the pounding of our hearts Lori, Lori don't you worry We'll have our own swimming party We'll swim up and we'll swim back Now you're sitting in my lap And there's one thing I forgot I love Lori a lot.