Single - Popsie

Where’s my boy with the jumping joy?

I always mingle but I’m still single

Where’s my boy with the jumping joy?

My eyes they tingle but I’m still single

I dye my hair and polish my nails, tan my skin, starve to stay tin

I pump iron and run my laps, work my ass in aerobic class

My friends say you’re a kind of vain

Your desperate manhunt drives you insane

But what am I supposed to do?

I don’t have the faintest clue

Where’s my boy with the jumping joy?

I always mingle but I’m still single

Where’s my boy with the jumping joy?

My eyes they tingle but I’m still single

In night care mask and Carmen curlers

I fall deep in a beauty sleep When I wake up

I read my own bible Vouge, Elle and eat Dietorelle

My friends say you’re a kind of vain

Your desperate manhunt drives you insane

But what am I supposed to do?

I don’t have the faintest clue

Where’s my boy with the jumping joy?

I always mingle but I’m still single

Where’s my boy with the jumping joy?

My eyes they tingle but I’m still single

I’m in my own work of art, that’s my pride and joy of heart

It takes a lot of energy, to keep my dear vanity

Where’s my boy with the jumping joy?

I always mingle but I’m still single

Where’s my boy with the jumping joy?

My eyes they tingle but I’m still single