So many boys in here
That I don't know which one to choose
He's cute, he's not
He's a pretty boy, thinks he's so hot
And I keep dialing so many number
I keep asking to stop

I keeping all these numbers
Stashed up in my party bag
And I know if I called you boy
I know you'd call me back
You'd probably break your fingers
Answering the phone so fast
It'd be your lucky day
To wind up in my party bag
Party bag, party bag, party bag
Party bag, party bag, party bag

Hey boys admit the truth
Us girls make all the rules
We calling all the shots
Stand in line, look real hot
He's don't, he's cool
Isn't he the one
That we saw at school
Hey Mandy, get in line
Hey wait, that boy is mine

I keeping all these numbers
Stashed up in my party bag
And I know if I called you boy
I know you'd call me back
You'd probably break your fingers
Answering the phone so fast
It'd be your lucky day
To wind up in my party bag
Party bag, party bag, party bag
Party bag, party bag, party bag

He's stuck in la la land
That boy's a GaGa fan
I'm hoping that this song
Does half as well as blah blah man
I'm good, he's bad
Momma tell me that these boys are fab
But I love it, I dumped him
Back off, no kissing in public
Don't kiss me, oh

I keeping all these numbers
Stashed up in my party bag
And I know if I called you boy
I know you'd call me back
You'd probably break your fingers
Answering the phone so fast
It'd be your lucky day
To wind up in my party bag
Party bag, party bag, party bag
Party bag, party bag, party bag