Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trophy Girl, artist - Bobby Bare. Album song Things Change, in the genre КантриDate of issue: 25.05.2017
Record label: HYPERMEDIA NASHVILLE
Song language: English
Trophy Girl |
| My trophy girl girl my trophy girl yeah yeah yeah My trophy. |
| Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen, |
| Hey! |
| hey! |
| A. B, A. B, T-pain, t-pain, hey! |
| Nappy boy, nappy boy, nappy boy. |
| Hey, hey hey hey shine her up! |
| Put her on a mantle so the sun can see how she shines. |
| When I go out she’s on my arm, let everybody know that she’s mine. |
| Look how pretty she is, smilin' from ear to ear |
| When I first saw her I said girl, you can be my trophy, my trophy girl, girl, |
| my trophy girl, girl, you can be my trophy, my trophy girl, girl my trophy |
| yeah yeah, yeah yeah my trophy girl, girl, my trophy girl, girl yeah yeah you |
| could be, you could be, you could be my, you could be my trophy girl. |
| You can look but you can’t touch, get too close like (?) |
| Shine her up, look how I wipe the dust. |
| Make sure she never rust. |
| Look how pretty she is, smilin' from ear to ear |
| When I first saw her I said oohoho come on girl let me shine you up. |
| Ohh why are you alone, did you come with some friends if then can I take it |
| home oooh 'cause I got to know yah, got me sick like pneumonia got a hot flash |
| when I saw yah, oh girl you could be my trophy girl |
| You can be my trophy, my trophy girl, girl, my trophy girl, girl, |
| you can be my trophy, my trophy girl, girl my trophy yeah yeah, |
| yeah yeah my trophy girl, girl, my trophy girl, girl yeah yeah you could be, |
| you could be, you could be my, you could be my trophy girl. |
| Hey! |
| I’m diggin' yah girl, ain’t nobody like you. |
| You’re like one of a kind, |
| ooh 'cause I got to know yah, got me sick like pneumonia, got a hot flash when |
| I saw yah. |
| Oh girl |
| T-Pain; |
| Nappy Boy! |
| Guess you can’t be my trophy yet, already got too many on my |
| neck and they gleam like stars when I go outside and if I wear 'em all you’d |
| think it’s night time. |
| Oh man. |
| T-pizzle for shizzle. |
| Hey diddle even got an iced out fiddle. |
| And all the diamonds in my mouth called sweet bread |
| I’m like YEAH! |
| call it a Micky D’s mcgriddle. |
| Haters love the starlet that’s why I keep chrome on my wheels and the glove |
| department. |
| I got the black puse and the barbie, for real. |
| She even got the |
| beatle with the flowers on the wheel. |
| Hey! |
| But when she with me we on? |
| Two people, two pairs of skates that’s great. |
| So float with me girl and… girl you could be my trophy girl. |
| You can be my trophy, my trophy girl, girl, my trophy girl, girl, |
| you can be my trophy, my trophy girl, girl my trophy yeah yeah, |
| yeah yeah my trophy girl, girl, my trophy girl, girl yeah yeah you could be, |
| you could be, you could be my, you could be my trophy girl. |