Elephants - Alice Wallace

Walk with a purpose through the parking lot

Keys in your knuckles 'cause you ain’t got claws

Remembering when your daddy taught you that

Boys will be boys, gotta watch your back

Sitting there drinking at the bar alone

Sharks come circle, wanna take you home

You better not play coy, better not be mean

'Cause boys will be boys and they are fragile things

And they got names for the ones that talk back

And the ones who wear those clothes

They got names for the ones that say «yes»

And the ones who say «no»

«Hey baby, why ya gotta be that way?

«Give us a smile, you got a pretty face»

There are things you do and things you can’t

Live quiet as a mouse in a room full of elephants

Don’t he look so handsome in his Sunday best?

He said he’s sorry, you know the rest

You shouldn’t really blame him, he’s just a kid

Boys will be boys, why don’tcha call him what he is?

And they got names for the ones that talk back

And the ones who wear those clothes

They got names for the ones that say «yes»

And the ones who say-

They got names for the ones that talk back

And the ones who wear those clothes

They got names for the ones that say «yes»

And the ones who say «no»

«Hey baby, why ya gotta be that way?»