Who gives you all the presents underneath the Christmas Tree
Who'll run and tell his baby every time he skins his knee
I want to be your boy, be your boy, be your boy
I want to be your boy, be your boy, be your boy
Who understands his woman and he knows she do right be me
Who gets you all the pretty little things in your magazines
I want to be your boy, be your boy, be your boy
I want to be your boy, be your boy, be your boy
Who understands his woman and he knows she do right be me
I want to be your man, be your man, be your man
I want to be your man, be your man, be your man