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