Busy body, busy man
So busy being everybody's friend
That he's unlikely to understand
Why he's feeling all alone again

And before the party ends
Then another one begins
You better go and show your face
To ever get ahold of him

Lucky lady, he's your man?
I hope at least he takes his time while you're in bed
Or does he just talk about himself instead
While he's pulling full steam ahead?

When you're so lonesome you could cry
Well he'll be there to lend an ear
But to be clear it's only one
Because the other's occupied

Certified dad-bod master manipulator
Mister Never Misses A Scene (oh, like a scenester!)
He wants it all so whenever I call
I am never, never the priority

Busy body, busy man
So busy being everybody's friend
That he's unlikely to understand
Why he's feeling all alone again