Lyrics: Eric Frederic/Alessia Caracciolo/Jensen McRae/Columbus Chris III p/k/a Rahki
Music: Eric Frederic/Alessia Caracciolo/Scott Harper/Zachary Sekoff/Jensen Paige McRae/Columbus Chris III p/k/a Rahki
Great uncle died, but I hardly knew him
That's an over statement I didn't know him at all
And I got no tears; Truth told I'm hardly sorry
Should I miss a stranger? It doesn't matter at all.
You drove to Richmond, to see your sisters wedding
Spoke about the sermon being misogynistic
And you had no tears; Truth told you're hardly happy
It's tough to care for strangers even if they're your family
I wanna be
Your favorite boy
I wanna be
Your favorite toy
I wanna be
Your favorite boy
Ooh I wanna be your toy
Make me laugh til my belly hurts
Who the hell was I before you?
In so many words
Been better since I've known you
When I get a little short fused
You know just how to calm me
More so than anybody
So grateful that you love me
I wanna be
Your baby girl
I wanna be
Your universe
I wanna be
Your baby girl
I wanna be your world
Don't you go changing on me
It's all just a wave we're beneath
Don't you go changing on me
You're the only thing I see, I see
I wanna be
Your favorite boy
I wanna be
Your favorite toy
I wanna be
Your favorite boy
Ooh I wanna be your toy