Trophy boy (From "charming") - The Tibbs
Lyrics by：Patrick Stump
Composed by：Patrick Stump
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 the can move like music
And my oh my does he know how to use it
Woah I'm not playing with ya
He looks into ya eyes knows just what to say to ya
He's so beautiful that's the consensus
I bet the crown jewels I will be his princess
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
He's so vicious so totally runway
And I know I wasn't listening but he's totally funny
And I don't even care if he ever makes a sound
Just as long as when you see me
He's around and he's bound to me
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
Oh oh oh my God oh my Fairy Godmother
Won't you call this boys mama
And tell her that I love her
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
No even trophy boy yeah