Where the boys are, someone waits for me,
a smiling face, a warm embrace, two arms to hold me tenderly.
Where the boys are, my true love will be,
he's walking down some street in town and I know he's looking there for me.
In the crowd of a million people I'll find my Valentine
and then I'll climb to the highest steeple and tell the world he's mine.
Till he holds me I wait impatiently,
where the boys are, where the boys are,
where the boys are, someone waits for me.
Till he holds me I wait impatiently,
where the boys are, where the boys are,
where the boys are, someone waits for me.
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