Vpl

He's got form. The kind that makes. He's got Dorm-
Itory heartbreaks. And he's not afraid, to do it again
He's got poise beyond his years. He's got toys, up to his ears
He's got boys and girls, and boys again

She's got boots up to her knees. She's got people, trying to beg her please
But she won't give in until she wins
She's got friends with cellular calls. She's got hair that never falls
And she's keeps it well, but it's hard to tell

They've got pets with sweaters on. They've got bets, and both are on
And they parade themselves whenever they're out