trophy boy with avril lavigne g e m

Ashley Tisdale

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

He s 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 men who 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 his 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 can compete with those fellas (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 boy