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