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i was busy thinkin' 'bout boys. always busy dreamin' 'bout 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, 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. i'm sorry that i missed your party, i wish i had a better excuse like i had to trash the hotel lobby, but i was busy thinkin' 'bout boys. always busy dreamin' 'bout boys. head is spinnin' thinkin' 'bout boys. 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. i'm sorry that i missed your party, i wish i had a better excuse like i had to trash the hotel lobby, but i was busy thinkin' 'bout boys. always busy dreamin' 'bout boys. head is spinnin' thinkin' 'bout boys. don't be mad, don't be mad at me, no. darling, i can't stop it even if i wanted. don't be mad, don't be mad at me, no. missed what you were sayin', i was miles away, yeah. don't be mad, don't be mad, not like i had a choice, i was busy thinkin' 'bout boys. i was busy dreamin' 'bout boys. always busy dreamin' 'bout boys. head is spinnin' thinkin' 'bout boys.
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