Another night out at a party; she’s dressed to kill but she starts to feel alone when she sees the boys go home. / Stumbles out into the morning; off to work she can’t stop yawning. / As the day melts away, she’s dreaming of a man. / She’s looking for someone to care. She’s looking but he’s never there. / She’s wasting her time…she’s down in boystown. / Down in boystown. / Ten-thirty! The boys are comin’! / She’s ready…the single woman. But it’s done in friendly fun and she goes home alone. / She’s looking for someone to care. She’s looking but he’s never there. / She’s wasting her time…she’ down in boystown. / Don’t bother asking where the money goes. These days it takes a lot when you’re wearing those designer clothes.
Written & Performed (vocals, guitars, keyboards, bass, etc.) by Allan Bullington – recorded & mixed by me in my home studio. © ALLAN BULLINGTON (IncaBull Music – ASCAP)