Lyrics:

I got one type when it comes to a guy
Bleached hair, puff bar, couldn't win in a fight
Just a little bit of make-up underneath his blue eyes
Oh shit, I'm so fucking predictable

I like 'em real thin, nicotine addiction
Wants to talk about himself, but he don't ever listen
God, obnoxious, kinda toxic, that goes shopping at Hot Topic
That won't kiss me out in public
Only time he ever wants it's when he's

Thinking with his dick
Every single dude I'm with is
Such a narcissist
Why am I so into this?

Fuckboys, rejects
Put your hands around my neck
Good looks, bad sex
Different versions of my ex
I need a Mexican right after this
I know I'm twisted, bitch
Fuckboys, stand up
I'm ready for another one

Call him daddy, but he's a pussy
Not a vegan, but he could be
Manic panic, coke and Xanax

Thinking with his dick
Every single dude I'm with is
Such a narcissist
Why am I so into this?

Fuckboys, rejects
Put your hands around my neck
Good looks, bad sex
Different versions of my ex
I need a Mexican right after this
I know I'm twisted, bitch
Fuckboys, stand up
I'm ready for another one
I'm ready for another one
I'm ready for another one