East Side Boy (feat. Bonnie McKee)

Oh, no, oh, no, I think I'm fallin'
Black leather jacket and messy hair
When he's on his bike, our motor's running
Hop on the back, he takes me right there

I'll meet him anywhere
His fingers in my hair, oh, yeah
Daddy's worst nightmare
That's why mama used to say, oh, oh

Never trust an East Side boy, only break your heart
Promise you the heavens and leave you in the dark
But I want an East Side boy, riding through the night
He's lookin' for trouble and ooh, that's what I like

Give it up for East Side boys, they're crazy, crazy
East Side boys, they're sexy, sexy
East Side boys, they're naughty, naughty
Mama just don't understand
Oh, oh, yeah, oh, yeah

I'm at the rock show
He's on the stage, I'm in the front row
When he sings that sing, he wrote it Bonnie
These other bitches are just groupies

Next day I see him there
His fingers in her hair, oh, no
He's my worst nightmare
That's why mama used to say, oh, oh

Never trust an East Side boy, only break your heart
Promise you the heavens and leave you in the dark
But I want an East Side boy, riding through the night
He's lookin' for trouble and ooh, that's what I like

Give it up for East Side boys, they're crazy, crazy
East Side boys, they're sexy, sexy
East Side boys, they're naughty, naughty
Mama just don't understand