Trophy Boy - Avril Lavigne/Ashley Tisdale/G.E.M. 邓紫棋

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 like a moonlight music

Oh my oh my does he know how to use it

Woah I'm not playing with you

You look so inner your eyes know

Knows what to say to you

Oh oh oh

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 no one was listening but he's totally funny

I don't even care if he ever makes sound

Just as long as when he seems 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

Oh oh oh

And you could sing along if you like

For we only know one man who looks tough in tights huh

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

And it's not just about his looks he's also got a sensitive side

He has the soul of a poet if ya give him the time

And he's a perfect gentleman class and etiquette

Oh who am I kidding he just has such excellent abs

You can't compete with those fellas

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 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 god mother

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 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 yeah