Avril Lavigne - Trophy Boy Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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?
No, I’m not playing with ya
He looks into your eyes
Knows just what to say do ya (Oh-oh-oh)
He’s so beautiful, that’s the consensus
Forget the crown jewels, I would be his princess

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
He’s so vicious, so totally runway
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 slipper, he fits me so good
And he's a such a good tipper (Oh-oh-oh)
And you can sing along if you like
But you only know one men who looks tough in tights
[Chorus]
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

[Verse 3]
And it’s not just about his 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, class and antique
Oh, who am I kidding he just got such excellent abs
You can't compete with those fellas (Such class)
I’ll make the whole kingdom jealous (Oh, man)
I just forget my manners
Hello, I’m Cinderella and I need a wedding ring

[Chorus]
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
[Bridge]
Oh, my gosh, oh, my fairy godmother
Would you call this boy’s mama
And tell her that I love her?

[Chorus]
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