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 that can boom like 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 to ya He’s so beautiful that’s the consensus I bet the crown jewels I will be he’s princes 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 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 you see me he’s around and he’s bound to me I like my glass slipper He fits me so good and a such a good tipper And you can sing along if you like For the only known man who looks tough in tights I like him for his smiles 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 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