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By wistful Date: 2005 Oct 12 Comment on this Work [[2005.10.12.09.07.29846]] |
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Did I tell you I'm doing a one-woman cabaret next year? Here's song #2 for the show: This one I conceived in it's basic form last Christmas: the first Christmas I was not at least dating somebody... well, ever. It's a little bluesy, a little belty. BOY TOY I've spent a slew of long long years searching for my perfect mate Kissed a lot of frogs, toyed with my food through lots of dinner dates Through with men who love me but can't commit I've scaled down my requirements quite a bit I want a boy toy Who'll treat me right I want a boy toy Who won't put up a fight A strong and handsome honey Who cares if he has money? A boy toy, up all night. [repeat: instrumental] I need a boy toy I want a little pleasing A boy toy Who can take a little teasing A virile young buck Who can come around and, with some luck A boy toy, for some squeezing. [2nd time, vocal re-enters] Though my friends and family may greet this news with shock I don't need a lothario who's been around the block I don't mind a little training, if he shows some aptitude As long as he is hard-y, and always in the mood I want a boy toy Who has nothing to say (don't speak) Boy toy Who's fun all night and day Who cares if he's not brilliant As long as he's resilient [1st ending] My boy toy, come and play [go to repeat] [2nd ending] My boy toy, come to your Momma today! [spoken] Let's play. |