Loverboy - Sir Sly

I can’t ever be your everything

But I wanna be your loverboy, your loverboy

Girl, this life is what we make it

Done with all the fake shit

I only wanna be your loverboy

Your loverboy, your loverboy

I like chocolate and roses

Breakfast in bed and polaroid poses

I like holding you closely

Tracing with fingers your lips and your nose ring

Sometimes I think I went soft

Sad boy got played out cut up and ripped off

Begging god for a lift up

Like begging for time from a wristwatch

Opening up after deafening loss

Is definitely hard

Let me be happy, I’ve carried my cross

I can’t ever be your everything

But I wanna be your loverboy, your loverboy

Girl, this life is what we make it

Done with all the fake shit

I only wanna be your loverboy

I like being myself around you

Some red wine and you cut to the truth

«Headfirst» feels like a prophecy

We can make life what we want it to be

Bliss on the hip and the neck

I’m not ready for the big sleep yet

I can’t ever be your everything

But I wanna be your loverboy, your loverboy

Girl, this life is what we make it

Done with all the fake shit

I only wanna be your loverboy

(Silly fuckin' loverboy)