He’s my boyfriend...he’s not my boyfriend

i love drinking and the door just burst open

i spent twelve hours drinking in the bar

and i'm sooo happy that i have so many

boyfriends, one who's calling me so often

and the one, who's dancing in the pub

the one who's holding me like a doll

and the one who's kissing his girl

especially the one who's driving a taxi

and the one who's talking on his cell

plus the one who's serving at the bar

and the one who's dancing like a bull

including the one who's breaking up

with his newly found girlfriend and

the one who's smiling at me but

he has no front teeth, ugly yeah,

and my best boyfriend is the one

who's patting my butt on the dancefloor

i whirl around and he all but grabs me

we dance the whole night out and

i get out of the room to get fresh air

and my lover remains the one who

pushes me in a cab and pays my fare!