ToyBoy [song lyric]
[The first rap song I ever wrote!]
You want your big cheesecake and you still want to eat it
Filling up your self on me [black cherry pie]
You only take it in but you never really feel it
Playing at love in your sad starry sky
You pulled me so hard into your ‘virginal’ vortex
(Well that’s how it all just seemed to me)
Seems that you’ve got some strange kind of complex
You so need to feel that you’re running free
I was your ToyBoy
[for playing around with, going to ground with]
I was your ToyBoy
[to make a strange sound with, someone to drown with]
I was your PlayBoy
[gigolo greyboy, nothing to say boy]
Now I’m a CoyBoy
[won’t get me sideways, in spite of my wide ways]
Don’t call me JoyBoy
[not laughing now boy, troglodyte cowboy]
Crawling around under desks with a hard-on
You down there with me all wet on your thighs
It’s all a fast game for you – just one big come-on
I’ve had all I can take of your ‘love’-laden lies
Reeling me in with your helpless girl sideshow
Crying wolf lonely is your clever M.O.
Each time I swear that I’ll not be your moonglow
But I cannot resist all the tricks that you throw
I was your ToyBoy
[for playing around with, going to ground with]
I was your ToyBoy
[to make a strange sound with, someone to drown with]
I was your PlayBoy
[gigolo greyboy, nothing to say boy]
Now I’m a CoyBoy
[won’t get me sideways, in spite of my wide ways]
Don’t call me JoyBoy
[not laughing now boy, troglodyte cowboy]
You said you always wanted your father to love you
To see what you do and who you really are
But changing your boyfriends like shirts from a wardrobe
Stopped you from taking your love very far
You get such a kick out of being admired by
Suckers who fall for your chemistry
Mixture of dynamite pheromone soundbite
Blows in my face [my stupidity!]
I was your ToyBoy
[for playing around with, going to ground with]
I was your ToyBoy
[to make a strange sound with, someone to drown with]
I was your PlayBoy
[gigolo greyboy, nothing to say boy]
Now I’m a CoyBoy
[won’t get me sideways, in spite of my wide ways]
Don’t call me JoyBoy
[not laughing now boy, troglodyte cowboy]
© 2010, Alan Morrison
The Naked Troubadour 