(Springfield)

Well I'm sick of hanging out on the street

Every Saturday night with the boys

Listening to the radio's big beat

We crank it just to hear the noise



Yeah we talk about the girls, girls, girls

And we talk, talk, talk all night

Sure we're all Romeos and Casanovas

But we can't seem to get it right



Seems I'm making it harder and harder

While everybody else is doing well

I get confused by their bodies

I get tangled in their curls

How do you talk to girls

How do you talk to girls

What's a poor boy to do

Tell me how do you talk to girls?

How do you talk to girls?



I see this girl over there right away

I'm trying to think of something to say

Well I think I'll have one more drink

I'll be ready to make my play

But this guy moves in and he talks to her

And she nods her head

Well I'm used to missing out on the girl

But I want to know what he said



Seems I'm making it harder and harder

While everybody else is doing well

I get confused by their bodies

I get tangled in their curls

How do you talk to girls?

How do you talk to girls?

What's a poor boy to do

I'm tangled up in their curls



How do you talk to girls?

How do you talk to girls?

Out of wisdom and out of pearls

Tell me how do you talk to girls



Am I stupid or misunderstood

I'd say something clever if I only could

We're only ten feet apart

But it feels like the world..