I’ve been here for weeks I don’t wanna be here It wasn’t my choice It wasn’t my choice to be born It wasn’t my choice to be a son Or a daughter, whatever i just wanna be your baby boy (I just wanna be your)Butter cookie, red tea, feels like home And you found me there I was searching for love You were looking at meYou were looking at me You were looking at meMelted chocolate, mosquito scar, summer breeze You tucked my heart in your puffer sleeve Little cardi, honey milk, winter sweet You kept my notes between your ribbon clipsalways be your baby boy (with Valentino )Always wanna be your baby boy （nya）I’ve never been a baby boy (wanna be spoiled by you)Always be your baby boy