An upbeat female vocal pop song with horns and an independent carefree attitude, a 1960s Detroit state of mind
Hey boy, you still comin' around? why you wanna play with my heart? Can't you see, I'm over you I'm gonna make a brand new start Hey boy, don't go callin me up asking me for one more try had your chance, you had your fun sorry now it's your turn to cry So don't come knockin' on my door when your down and you need a friend you've got no one to run to, your on your own you can't come back to me again Hey boy, don't go, puttin' me down talkin bout me too my friends walk on by cause nobody cares your sad sad story; is comin to an end I've cried a river of tears, that you never bothered to see So look at me now, walkin out that door you made it so easy to leave! Hey boy, you still comin' around? why you wanna play with my heart? Can't you see, I'm over you I'm gonna make a brand new start {Hey boy, you still comin' around? Hey boy, why comin' around? Hey boy, don't be comin' around} (Repeat & Fade)