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 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 them back, didn't hit them back I'm sorry that I missed you party I wish a had a better excuse like "I had to trash the hotel lobby" I was busy thinkin' 'bout boys, boys, boys I was busy dreamin' 'bout boys, boys, boys Head is spinning thinkin' 'bout boys Boys She's busy thinkin' In every city I've got one with different ringtones Flyin' from L.A. all to way to Puerto Rico My girls are callin' me askin' me where I'm at Didn't hit them back, didn't hit them back I'm sorry that I missed you party I wish a had a better excuse like I can't even lie, you got me I was busy thinkin' 'bout boys, boys, boys I was busy dreamin' 'bout boys, boys, boys Head is spinning thinkin' 'bout boys Boys She's busy thinkin' 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 Boys don't cry Boys don't cry Boys (boys), boys (boys), boys (boys) I was busy dreamin' 'bout Boys (boys), boys (boys), boys (boys) I was busy dreamin' 'bout boys