Boys Orla Gartland

[Intro]
I was busy thinking 'bout boys
Boys
Boys
Head is spinning thinking 'bout boys
Boys
Boys

[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 looking down and my girls are blowing my phone up
Those twenty questions, they're asking me where I'm at
Didn't hit 'em back

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

[Chorus]
But I was busy dreaming 'bout girls breaking hearts
Eyes bright, uptight, just girls
Oh, she can't be what you need when she's seventeen
They're just girls
They're just girls, girls, girls, girls
They're just girls, girls, girls, girls