Boys
I was busy thinking 'bout boysBoys, boysI was busy dreaming 'bout boysBoys, boys (XCX)Head is spinning thinking 'bout boys
I need that bad boy to do me right on a FridayAnd I need that good one to wake me up on a SundayThat one from work can come over on Monday nightI want 'em allI want 'em allAnd when they finally leave me I'm all alone, butI'm looking down and my girls are blowing my phone upThem twenty questions, they asking me where I'm atDidn't hit 'em back
I'm sorry that I missed your partyI wish I had a better excuse like"I had to trash the hotel lobby"But
I was busy thinking 'bout boysBoys, boysI was busy dreaming 'bout boysBoys, boysHead is spinning thinking 'bout boys
In every city I got ones with different ringtonesFlying from LA all the way to Puerto RicoMy girls are calling me asking me where I'm atDidn't hit 'em back
I'm sorry that I missed your partyI wish I had a better excuseBut I can't even lie, you got me
I was busy thinking 'bout boysBoys, boysI was busy dreaming 'bout boysBoys, boysHead is spinning thinking 'bout boys
Don't be mad, don't be mad at me (no, no, no, no)Darling, I can't stop itEven if I wantedDon't be mad, don't be mad at me (no, no, no, no)Missed what you were sayingI was miles away, yeahDon't be mad, don't be mad, not like I had a choice
I was busy thinking 'bout boysBoys, boysI was busy dreaming 'bout boysBoys, boys
I was busy thinking 'bout boys (boys)Boys (boys), boys (boys)I was busy dreaming 'bout boys (dreaming 'bout boys)Boys, boys (oh)Head is spinning thinking 'bout boys