The Boy - Samantha Mumba, Omero Mumba

Oh-oh

Ooh

Checkin' you walkin' 'round in ya Timbs

And I must admit that you’re looking kind of fly, man

Rough boy, tough boy, attitude

And you gotta know that I wanna be down

And ooh, look at you bling blingin'

Ooh, you got me feenin'

Ooh, inside I’m screamin'

Ooh, boy

I can’t maintain when I hear your name

'Cause you got it and I want it

Boy, you’re what I’m lookin' for

A thug boy, a tough boy

A rough boy, my kind of boy, boy

A cute boy, a hip boy

Oh, you should be my boyfriend, boy

A thug boy, a tough boy

A rough boy, my kind of boy, boy

A cute boy, a hip boy

Oh, you should be my boyfriend, boy

The next day you came by looking nice, man

I peeped the ice in your ring and your cross

And I wanna know, can you come back by?

And the way I’m feeling makes me wanna get down

And ooh, can’t stop what I’m feelin'

Ooh, you got me daydreamin'

Ooh, inside I’m screamin'

Ooh, I like what I’m seein'

I’m swept away by your dismay

'Cause you got it and I want it

Boy, you’re what I’m lookin' for

A thug boy, a tough boy

A rough boy, my kind of boy, boy (My kind of man)

A cute boy, a hip boy

Oh, you should be my boyfriend, boy (You should be my man)

A thug boy, a tough boy

A rough boy, my kind of boy, boy

A cute boy, a hip boy

Oh, you should be my boyfriend, boy

Boy

Boy (Boy)

Boy

Love the way you walk

Love the way you talk

(Boy)

Oh boy, oh boy

Taking over your soft boy, you melt

Hit boy, make you feel like you never felt

I know I told you I’d be working these late nights

I know you miss the good fun and the pillow fights

But I’m a boy and I gotta stay on my job

Yeah, it’s hard, you want a rich man, don’t ya?

No slob, you wanna lay up, don’t ya?

No job, you wanna hit the streets, huh, get robbed

A wifey, queen status, you the baddest

Cute chick’s the maddest, with furs and karats

Feelin' alright 'cause the day you comin' back

You walked in the door 'cause I got your bags packed

'Cause you comin' on a trip, huh, we gonna let 'em know

We spin and we dip, huh, the bed sit real low

When we dip, huh, we on point

The hit boys royale district, come on

It’s no mystery, baby

You’re my fantasy, baby

It’s our destiny, baby

'Cause you got it and I want it

Boy, you’re what I’m looking, all I’m looking for

A thug boy, a tough boy

A rough boy, my kind of boy, boy

A cute boy, a hip boy

Oh, you should be my boyfriend, boy

A thug boy, a tough boy

A rough boy, my kind of boy, boy

A cute boy, a hip boy

Oh, you should be my boyfriend, boy

A thug boy, a tough boy

A rough boy, my kind of boy, boy

A cute boy, a hip boy

Oh, you should be my boyfriend, boy

A thug boy, a tough boy

A rough boy, my kind of boy, boy

A cute boy, a hip boy

Oh, you should be my boyfriend, boy