The boys who kiss and bite
They are the brilliant ones
Who speak and write with silver luck
They sing in clever tongues
Oh, how my knees go weak to be the one
She kicks and bucks
Always quick to follow
The boys are too refined
Won't matter tomorrow
Oh, to be in his mind
And if the timing is right
To sneak off into the night
I'll let myself be taken
Just for the thrill
And if I'm given the chance
To be a doll in his hands
I will be sure we shake
The mountains while we dance
-The Hush Sound, "The Boys are Too Refined"
