I've got a problem at hand
Some prissy chick won't stay away from my man
Her edges laid, got likes on Instagram
She isn't paid, but gold from LA tans, yeah
Most Hollywood producers call about your first name
She hangs out at the label and don't pay for her champagne
She really wanna be famous, she's real easy to taint
I swear that she'd go nameless, banging on his bed frame

Boys only love cover girls though, don't they?
Boys only love cover girls, boys only love cover girls
Boys only love cover girls though, don't they?
Boys only love cover girls, boys only love cover girls

Don't they? Don't they?
Don't they? Don't they?
Boys only love cover girls though, don't they?
Boys only love cover girls, boys only love cover girls

I've got a problem at hand, with some prissy girl
I'll get hers when she can
Her hair is bleached, smell like Chanel and chlorine
And in her dreams, she's on all the magazines, aah
I've got a problem at hand, with a girl who is a victim to her fans
And she aspires to claim a part to band, of my man, of my man

Boys only love cover girls though, don't they?
Boys only love cover girls, boys only love cover girls
Boys only love cover girls though, don't they?
Boys only love cover girls, boys only love cover girls

Don't they? Don't they?
Don't they? Don't they?
Boys only love cover girls though, don't they?
Boys only love cover girls, boys only love cover girls