[Intro]
Five, six, seven, eight

[Verse 1]
They always wanna make out in the back seat
1975 CD on repeat
And how I ended up here again, I don't know
They still live with their parents, so we can't go there
I'm always undecided, do I really care?
That moment when they lean in, oh God, here we go

[Chorus]
It's always the boys with the beanies
It's always the ones with the broken hearts
It's a type, it doesn't matter who they really are
They're just the boys that kiss you in their car

[Post-Chorus]
They're just the boys that
The boys that kiss you

[Verse 2]
They'll tell you about everything that they hate
And, somehow, bring up everyone that they've dated
The worst is when they start talkin' about their band
(It's just a shitty little boy band)
And even when they show up with a sexy accent
You still don't wanna hear them ask to lean your seat back
And no, I still don't wanna hear about your band
(You should've just kissed me)
[Chorus]
It's always the boys with the beanies
It's always the ones with the broken hearts
It's a type, it doesn't matter who they really are
They're just the boys that kiss you in their car

[Bridge]
It doesn't matter who they really are
They're just the boys who kiss you in their car
It doesn't matter who they really are
It doesn't matter who they really are (oh, oh)

[Chorus]
It's always the boys with the beanies
It's always the ones with the broken hearts
It's a type, it doesn't matter who they really are
They're just the boys that kiss you in their car

[Outro]
And they only type in lowercase
They never take you to their place
They tell you they could love you
But the next day they're askin' for space
Wake up on Tuesday, forget your face
It doesn't matter who they really are
So, add another tally mark
The next time that you meet someone
Who you'll only let kiss you
So the date will be done
No surprise, it's a type
It doesn't matter who they really are
They're just the boys that kiss you in their—