They call me a dancer in this dress, 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 to use it I’m not playing with you You know so inner your eyes know knows what to say do you He’s so beautiful that’s the consensus Abandon the crown, jewels I would be he’s princes
I like him for he’s smiles I like him for he’s hair I like him for he’s stout 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 wished so totally run away 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
I like my glass lever He feels me so good and a such a good tipper And you can sing along if you like Boy you only know on menu looks tough and tight
I like him for he’s smiles I like him for he’s hair I like him for he’s stout 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
And it’s not just about he’s looks He’s also got a sensitive side He has a soul I will pour it and give it a time And he’s a perfect gentleman classy and antique Oh who am I kidding he just got such excellent abs he kicks people those fat ass (such a clown) I’ll make the whole kingdom jealous (oh man) I just forget my manners Hello I’m Cinderella and I need a wedding
I like him for he’s smiles I like him for he’s hair I like him for he’s stout 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 my Gosh oh my Fairy God mother Would you call this boy’s mama And tell her that I love her
I like him for he’s smiles I like him for he’s hair I like him for he’s stout 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 boyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
