Lyrics The Boys - Lisa Mitchell

The wind blows my hair across my face
There's a kid on his skateboard in the manly sun.
We're driving down the avenue, past of the big houses
And there's something about these streets
And the way you wear your heart on your sleeve
And down below I see the aquamarine
I think that I'm beginning to care
I think that I'm beginning to care

Oh, the boys, the boys driving in cars
Oh, the boys, the boys driving in cars
With the boys, the boys driving in cars
With the boys

Boys park in, we sit in the backyard
Our hair and our skin's all salty and starch
The air is soft, reminds of Indian days
I think that I'm beginning to care
I think that I'm beginning to care

Oh, the boys, the boys driving in cars
Oh, the boys, the boys driving in cars
With the boys, the boys driving in cars
With the boys

Stay with me
Stay a while
Stay with me
Stay a while

I think your love is making me nervous
The way your eyes hold me standing backstage
I'll find my way from the old road, but I don't know when
I think that I'm beginning to care

Oh, the boys, the boys driving in cars
Oh, the boys, the boys driving in cars
With the boys, the boys driving in cars
With the boys

I think that I'm beginning to care
I think that I'm beginning to care
I think that I'm beginning to care
I think that I'm beginning to care