[Verse 1]
My boy smells like Fiji
My boy kisses me easy
My boy wears tropical shirts
In the winter's cold breezy

[Verse 2]
My boy buys fake margaritas
And they're only 3 dollars
Summertime in 20 degrees
Westchester is the Bahamas

[Verse 3]
And I'm not trying to tease him
'cause these things make me really miss him
And I'd cry without this guy
I'd rather lose my right limb