文本歌词

Avril Lavigne、Ashley Tisdale、G.E.M.邓紫棋 - Trophy boy
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 how to use it
I'm not playing with you
You look so inner your eyes know
Knows what to say to you
He's so beautiful that's the consensus
Abandon the crown jewels
I would be he's princess
I like him for his smile
I like him for his hair
I like him for his 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 his smile
I like him for his hair
I like him for his 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 a** 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 his smile
I like him for his hair
I like him for his 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 oh 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 his smile
I like him for his hair
I like him for his 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
My little trophy boy