Boys Like You - Rayla

You tell me I’m pretty

You wanna be with me

But you don’t

No you don’t

You tell me you need me

Then you tell me I’m needy

And you don’t pick up your phone

When you’re done leading me on

Oh I feel crazy

But I’m not crazy

'Cause I know that I’ve been used by you

Now I still want you

And I know I shouldn’t

Said I’d leave but you know I couldn’t

But you just want my body

You don’t want my heart

You only see my body

Wish somebody had warned me

About boys like you

About boys like you

I hate the things that you do

Feels just like déjà vu

With you

With you

You got me crawling on my back for you, now

I’m losing all control for you

Got my head messed up

Yeah, now I’m messed up

Now I’m crying on the floor for you

Don’t know who I am when I’m with you

Make me look like a fool

But I guess that’s just what boys do

If I’m being honest

And I am being honest

You hurt me

Yeah, you hurt me

And I know that you know it

And I hate that I love it

But you take pride in your mistakes

And you tell everyone what only we should know

And you want everyone to know what I would do

For you

For you

What I would do to have you

But you just want my body

You don’t want my heart

You only see my body

Wish somebody had warned me

About boys like you

About boys like you

I hate the things that you do

Feels just like déjà vu

With you

With you

You got me crawling on my back for you, now

I’m losing all control for you

Got my head messed up

Yeah, now I’m messed up

Now I’m crying on the floor for you

Don’t know who I am when I’m with you

Make me look like a fool

But I guess that’s just what boys do

Got my soul breaking

Guess that’s that heartache love

And now my mind’s changing

'Cause you took enough from me

And now I don’t give a, about your eyes

And I don’t give a, about your smile

And I don’t give a, about your lips that you kissed me with

I don’t give a, I don’t give a, about boys like you

Oh

About boys like you

I hate the things that you do

Feels just like déjà vu

With you

With you

You got me crawling on my back for you, now

Losing all control for you

Got my head messed up

Yeah, now I’m messed up

Now I’m crying on the floor for you

Don’t know who I am when I’m with you

Make me look like a fool

But I guess that’s just what boys do