[00:00.000] 作词 : Berit Dybing/Bradley Lawrence Hale/Cacie Dalager
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Berit Dybing/Bradley Lawrence Hale/Cacie Dalager
[00:08.478]They always wanna make out in the backseat
[00:11.799]1975 CD on repeat
[00:15.174]And how I ended up here again I don't know
[00:21.900]They still live with their parents so we can't go there
[00:25.777]I'm always undecided, do I really care?
[00:29.899]That moment when they lean in oh god here we go
[00:36.598]It's always the boys with the beanies
[00:39.975]It's always the ones with the broken hearts
[00:43.343]It's a type, It doesn't matter who they really are
[00:47.488]They're just the boys that kiss you in their car
[01:04.692]They'll tell you about everything that they hate
[01:08.362]And somehow bring up everyone that they've dated
[01:11.497]But the worst is when they start talking about their band
[01:15.908](It's just a shitty little boy band)
[01:18.775]And even when they show up with a sexy accent
[01:22.167]You still don't wanna hear them ask to lean your seat back
[01:25.869]And NO!
[01:26.660]I still don't wanna hear about your band
[01:32.928]It's always the boys with the beanies
[01:36.320]It's always the ones with the broken hearts
[01:39.443]It's a type, It doesn't matter who they really are
[01:44.096]They're just the boys that kiss you in their car
[01:47.754]It doesn’t matter who they really are
[01:51.122]They're just the boys who kiss you in their car
[01:54.813]It doesn’t matter who they really are
[01:58.191]It doesn’t matter who they really are
[02:01.586]It's always the boys with the beanies
[02:04.706]It's always the ones with the broken hearts
[02:07.836]It's a type, it doesn't matter who they really are
[02:12.742]They're just the boys that kiss you in their car
[02:14.829]And they only type in lowercase
[02:16.128]They never take you to their place
[02:17.985]They tell you they could love you but the next day they're asking for space
[02:21.655]Yeah they'll wake up on Tuesday forget your face
[02:25.057]It doesn't matter who they really are
[02:28.468]So add another tally mark the next time that you meet someone
[02:32.338]Who you'll only let kiss you so the date will be done
[02:35.216]No surprise it's a type
[02:37.038]It doesn't matter who they really are
[02:40.672]They're just the boys that kiss you in their car

作词 : Berit Dybing/Bradley Lawrence Hale/Cacie Dalager
作曲 : Berit Dybing/Bradley Lawrence Hale/Cacie Dalager
They always wanna make out in the backseat
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
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
They'll tell you about everything that they hate
And somehow bring up everyone that they've dated
But the worst is when they start talking 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
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
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
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
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 asking for space
Yeah they'll 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 car