Boys - Wolf Alice

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

I’m sorry that I missed your party

I wish I 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 spinnin' thinkin' 'bout boys

Boys

(She's busy thinkin')

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

I’m sorry that I missed your party

I wish I had a better excuse

Like I can’t even lie you got me

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')

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

Boys, boys, boys

I was busy dreamin' 'bout boys, boys, boys

I was busy dreamin' 'bout boys