I want to be the man
Who gives you all the presents underneath the Christmas Tree
Well they’re all from me
I want to be the boy
Who’ll run and tell his baby every time he skins his knee
Or breaks his toy
I want to be your boy, be your boy, be your boy
I want to be your boy, be your boy, be your boy
I want to be the man
Who understands his woman and he knows she do right be me
Oh you understand
I want to be the boy
Who gets you all the pretty little things in your magazines
Oh it’s such a joy
I want to be your boy, be your boy, be your boy
I want to be your boy, be your boy, be your boy
I want to be the man
Who understands his woman and he knows she do right be me
So you understand
I want to be your man, be your man, be your man
I want to be your man, be your man, be your man