Charli XCX - Boys

I was busy thinkin bout boys, boys, boys
I was busy dreamin bout boys, boys, boys
Head is spinnin thinkin bout boys

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, Im all alone but
Im lookin down and my girls are blowin my phone up
Them twenty questions, theyre askin me where Im at
Didnt hit em back