Trophy Boy lyrics

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 that can boom like music

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

I'm not playin' with ya

He looks into your eyes

Knows what to say to ya

He's so beautiful that's the consensus

I'll 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 want to 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 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

He's like my glass slipper

He fits me so good

And he's such a good tipper

And you could sing along if you like

For the only known man who looks tough in tights

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 want to 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 his looks,

he's also got a sensitive side

He has the soul of a poet

If you give it the time

And he's a perfect gentleman,

Class and etiquette

Oh, who am I kidding,

he just got such excellent abs

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

Make the whole kingdom jealous (oh man)

I just forget my manners

Hello I'm Cinderella and I need a wedding planner

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 want to 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 gosh,

Oh my fairy godmother

Won't you call this boy's 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 want to 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

My little trophy boy, yeah!

• Artist:Charming (OST)