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Book Boyfriends (Boy Toys)
Decayed Souls
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Yeah
This one's about my wife, heh
And her infinite men
Her Kindle's basically a brothel at this point
'Kay, hey, hey
My wife ain't cheating, but her Kindle sure is
'Cause she's got 30 fake dudes all calling her "miss"
There's a fae king, a wolf shifter, a demon on deck
And a vampire who's somehow always kissing her neck
She laughs, kicks her feet, gets all blushy and warm
While I'm in the kitchen fighting Tupperware like a storm
I'm like, "Babe, you good?" She's like, "O-M-G, wait
The orc just picked her up, like she's his fated mate!"
Girl, how I'm supposed to compete with that?
These dudes got wings, tattoos, and stamina stats
Meanwhile, I'm over here with back pain and snacks
At night, whoa
My wife got book boyfriends lined up in rows
She could start a damn army with the men she chose
Every night, she's like, "O-M-G, new toy!"
And I'm just standing here like, "Girl, what about your boy?"
She got a harem, a whole damn crew
Six in every book, and she reads book two
She don't need reality, she got her joys
A library full of delicious boy toys (look, babe)
"Look, babe, don't take it so rough
Just 'cause my book-men are a little more buff
They got claws, magic, fangs, torsos carved like art
You got dad jokes, snack crumbs, and a good heart
Which is cute, but these men be like, 'My queen, my mate
Let me worship you all night with unholy fate'
Meanwhile, you're like, 'Babe, want a DoorDash fry?'
I love you, boo, but these men got thighs"
She'll finish a series and swear she's fine
Then 30 minutes later, she's got a new man online
I ask, "Who's he?" She says, "Oh, just a prince"
Then shows me a cover with a dude who's all rinse and ripped
She says, "Babe, he's sweet, and he calls her his treasure"
Girl, if I talked like that, you'd call 9-1 for pressure
But, hey, if she's happy with her little book clan
I guess I'm okay being boyfriend number (turns, damn, ten)
My wife got book boyfriends stuffed in her brain
I swear, if they paid rent, we'd be rollin' in gain
She dimples, giggles, screams, "Oh my God!"
While I'm just sitting there feeling oddly flawed
She got a harem, a magical squad
Each one built like a Roman Greek god
She don't need reality, she got her joys
Stacked like Jenga with her pretty boy toys
She says, "Babe, he's sweet, and he calls her his treasure"
Girl, if I talked like that, you'd call 9-1 for pressure
But, hey, if she's happy with her little book clan
I guess I'm okay being boyfriend number (ten), damn, ten
My wife got book boyfriends stuffed in her brain
I swear, if they paid rent, we'd be rollin' in gain
She dimples, giggles, screams, "Oh my God!"
While I'm just sitting there feeling oddly flawed
She got a harem, a magical squad
Each one built like a Roman Greek god
She don't need reality, she got her joys
Stacked like Jenga with her pretty boy toys
Look, babe, I get it
They're fictional, don't cry
I'm not crying, just heavily hydrated in the eye
You'll always be my main character, babe
Until the next series drops
Probably
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