Trophy Boy

[Verse 1]

They call me a damsel in distress, 'cause I want my prize

The one with the kingdom and the big brown eyes

The one with the voice like a moonlight music

Oh my, oh my, does he know how to use it?

No, I’m not playing with ya

He looks into your eyes

Knows just what to say do ya (Oh-oh-oh)

He’s so beautiful, that’s the consensus

Forget the crown jewels, I would be his princess

[Chorus]

I like him for his smile

I like him for his hair

I like him for his style

I like him 'cause he’s so debonair

He’s my trophy boy

My trophy boy, my trophy boy

I want him for myself

I wanna lock him down

I want that ring on my finger

Like, I want that crown

He’s my trophy boy

My trophy boy, my trophy boy

[Verse 2]

He’s so vicious, so totally runway

I know I wasn’t listening, but he’s totally funny

I don’t even care if he ever makes a sound

Just as long as when he sees me he’s around and he’s bound to me

He's like my glass slipper, he fits me so good

And he's a such a good tipper (Oh-oh-oh)

And you can sing along if you like

But you only know one men who looks tough in tights

[Chorus]

I like him for his smile

I like him for his hair

I like him for his style

I like him 'cause he’s so debonair

He’s my trophy boy

My trophy boy, my trophy boy

I want him for myself

I wanna lock him down

I want that ring on my finger

Like, I want that crown

He’s my trophy boy

My trophy boy, my trophy boy

[Verse 3]

And it’s not just about his looks

He’s also got a sensitive side

He has a soul of a poet if you give it the time

And he’s a perfect gentleman, class and antique

Oh, who am I kidding he just got such excellent abs

You can't compete with those fellas (Such class)

I’ll make the whole kingdom jealous (Oh, man)

I just forget my manners

Hello, I’m Cinderella and I need a wedding ring

[Chorus]

I like him for his smile

I like him for his hair

I like him for his style

I like him 'cause he’s so debonair

He’s my trophy boy

My trophy boy, my trophy boy

I want him for myself

I wanna lock him down

I want that ring on my finger

Like, I want that crown

He’s my trophy boy

My trophy boy, my trophy boy

[Bridge]

Oh, my gosh, oh, my fairy godmother

Would you call this boy’s mama

And tell her that I love her?

[Chorus]

I like him for his smile

I like him for his hair

I like him for his style

I like him 'cause he’s so debonair

He’s my trophy boy

My trophy boy, my trophy boy

I want him for myself

I wanna lock him down

I want that ring on my finger

Like, I want that crown

He’s my trophy boy

My trophy boy, my trophy boy