Trophy Boy (feat. Ashley Tisdale & G.E.M.)

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 to use it?

I’m not playing with ya

He looks into your eyes

Knows just what to say do ya

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 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 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 fets me so good and a such a good tipper

And you can sing along if you like

But you only know one 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 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 he’s looks

He’s also got a sensitive side

He has a soul of a poet if you give it the time

And he’s a perfect gentleman classy and antique

Oh, who am I kidding he just got such excellent abs

You can't 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 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, 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