Sliding down the block with your hair slicked back Shiny shoes and wet smile, You’ve trained them moves for awhile Headed for trouble One arm on my shoulder Acting like you own me, But you’ll never get to know me. F*ck boy, you’re a f*ck boy, f*ck boy, you’re a f*ck boy Nothing I haven’t seen before (3) There is something in your eyes, And there is something in your lies, I’ve got you all figured out It must be mommies fault. You think you’re from another time, scoring goals at your prime Hope the numbers keep you warm, when you end up alone. F*ck boy, you’re a f*ck boy, f*ck boy, you’re a f*ck boy Nothing I haven’t seen before (3) You don’t own me You don’t know me You don’t own me You don’t know me F*ck boy, you’re a f*ck boy, f*ck boy, you’re a f*ck boy Nothing I haven’t seen before (3)