Eleanor Friedberger - Other Boys lyrics

The blonde who's in a band with her twin Gives you a lift and idles the engine, Leans over and tells you how it's gonna be. I know about her, does she know about me? Or the long-tail pony with the thick, dark mane Fourteen hands, four thousand names You share her feed at the compound trough And then climb back on when she throws you off. There are other boys, too There are other boys, too There are other boys, too But don't let it worry you. And the spider you kissed in her stairwell Where she demonstrates acoustics to ne'er-do-wells Then spins her web and sells her spells To others in her clientele. And the chick who writes songs and then insists On playing them, yes, she's persistent. How could any man resist A girl with such a big setlist? And the one you whisper to when you call her, She's taller than a basketballer So you're both on deck before the wreck You'll either drown or crick your neck. There are other boys, too There are other boys, too There are other boys, too But don't let it worry you. And that sometime star of stage and screen Who had a bit part in a film back in her teens No, I'm not saying she wasn't great Perhaps she planned to be upstaged by the Empire State. And the one who smokes your cigarettes Yeah, she might pose the biggest threat yet: When no one else can intercede She's got the stuff you think you need. I've seen them come, I've seen them go Through the big swings doors at the old chateau When they quit calling, texting, knocking, I will be there for the locking. There are other girls, you see There are other girls, you see There are other girls, you see But I don't let it There are other boys, too There are other boys, too There are other boys, too But don't let it