Lyrics
Verse 1
Calendar squares, thirty days thick
Crowds gather, hands never still
Obsession—her flawless skin
Ritual of ritual, pacing the thrill
One word—relentless
A mirror, tweezers
Pluck, inspect, begin
One, three, seven in the line
Week one, round belly outlined
She counts them, no one else sees
Tangled blonde hair, red cheeks
Flat chest, unbothered
Mark waits, hands anchored
Whispered thanks, aftermath
Drip, clock, bath
Chorus
Too many boys in a month
Too many boys in a month
Lose track, don’t stop
Too many boys in a month
Post-Chorus
Numbers higher, never enough
Numbers higher, never enough
Verse 2
Industry week, warehouse walls
Forty-five lined up, daylight falls
Jackpot jackpot, badge of excess
Record attempt, outpaced breath
Epistrophe—repeat the feat
Birthday bash, marathon
Ends never seen
Fan cam, private scene
Marked by touch, squeeze thigh
Glasses slide, never dry
Chorus
Too many boys in a month
Too many boys in a month
Lose track, don’t stop
Too many boys in a month
Post-Chorus
Numbers higher, never enough
Numbers higher, never enough
Bridge
Variety, variety—frat boys, bikers, tech execs and suits
Cruise ship, rooftop, gym sweat, luxury loots
Pregnant with risk
Tenderness sticks
Different faces every night but one
Mark’s the constant, quiet when it’s done
Verse 3
Celebration phase—end in a sea
Hands to hands, she’s the key
Themed days, jet haze
Friends, fame, legendary maze
Gentle arms, group cuddles
Late night lull, last struggle
Still, every morning
Mirror and tweezers, plucking nothing
Tiny smile, marks anew
Chorus
Too many boys in a month
Too many boys in a month
Lose track, don’t stop
Too many boys in a month
Post-Chorus
Numbers higher, never enough
Numbers higher, never enough
Outro
New dawn, new tally
Mark at the ready
She wets the sheets
Says, always already
Too many boys in a month
Too many boys in a month
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