[Verse 1]
I need that bad boy to do me right on a Friday
And I need that good one to wake me up on a Sunday
That one from work can come over on Monday night
I want 'em all, I want 'em all
And when they finally leave me, I'm all alone but
I'm lookin' down and my girls are blowin' my phone up
Them twenty questions, they askin' me where I'm at
Didn't hit 'em back, didn't hit 'em back

[Pre-Chorus]
I'm sorry that I missed your party
I wish I had a better excuse like
I had to trash the hotel lobby

[Chorus]
I was busy thinkin' 'bout boys, boys, boys
I was busy dreamin' 'bout boys, boys, boys
Head is spinnin' thinkin' 'bout boys
Boys
(She's busy thinkin')

[Verse 2]
In every city I've got one with different ringtones
Flyin' from L.A. all the way to Puerto Rico
My girls are callin' me askin' me where I'm at
Didn't hit 'em back, didn't hit 'em back
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm sorry that I missed your party
I wish I had a better excuse
Like I can't even lie you got me

[Chorus]
I was busy thinkin' 'bout boys (boys), boys (boys), boys (boys)
Always busy dreamin' 'bout boys (boys), boys (boys), boys (boys)
Head is spinnin' thinkin' 'bout boys
Boys
(She's busy thinkin')

[Bridge]
I would tell you that I loved you
If I thought that you would stay
But I know that it's no use, that you've already gone away
Misjudged your limits, pushed you too far
Took you for granted, I thought that you needed me more
And boys don't cry, boys don't cry

[Chorus]
Boys, boys, boys
I was busy dreamin' 'bout boys, boys, boys
I was busy dreamin' 'bout boys