She was sitting there With her beehive hair And said, honey That's a waste of good mascara She handed me a pink kleenex And I'll never forget What she said next Boys and buses got a lot in common They both pick up speed When you try to stop 'em You could waste your breath You could scream and cuss 'em But there's no use chasing after Boys and buses Don't worry We can fix that Thank God for auto-tune She said some leave with a guitar case And some wind up at an army base Heartbreaker Moneymaker Maybe I oughta marry her then Take the money and run ...in Hollywood But the cost is lost Once the ticket's bought And you can't catch but Don't wanna be caught --- .