What are the rules of these childish games? The boys live in fear 'cause you got yourself a name. So I'll ask you once... how do I qualify? And the reason why I want you, is the reason why you don't want me. And the reason why I adore you, is the reason that you don't adore me. And the reason why my pride lays wounded by my side, is the reason that you don't want me. And the reason why I want you, is the reason why you don't want me. And the reason why I adore you, is the reason that you don't adore me. Just watch this floor sing, intoxication, our senses dull as our inhibitions hide and I say Hey! (hey) You! (you) how do I qualify for you? (x4) And the reason why I want her, is the reason she doesn't want me. And I don't even find her that attractive or appealing but she's driving me crazy all the same. Now all of this time she's been leading me on, I wish she'd make a choice so I can move on. Hey! (hey) You! (you) how do I qualify for you? (x4) Feel free to go back, go back and talk to your friends. (x4) My dignity feels like it just did ten rounds with Floyd Mayfield and Ricky Hatton's pounds and I say... Hey! (hey) You! (you) how do I qualify for you? (x4) How do I qualify for you? (x2)