Boy Toy

She is coy with her tricks

And her questions, they get her fix

And I realize I am a boy

A damn good toy

Well I am known for trying my best

But my thoughts, y'all, they give me no rest

'Cause I am lost with her and her might

I ought to call it a night

There she sits to my left

But I fight her with my right

'Cause I am so much in love

I ought to wash my hands clean, yeah

Ah, ah ah, ah ah, ah ah

Ah, ah ah, ah ah, ah ah

Ah, ah ah, ah ah, ah ah

'Cause I am so much in love

My oh my, yeah, I ought to call it a night, yeah