Dominic Fike
How do my plans fit in with yours?
You’re such a doll, and I’m a boy
Where did my parents go?
I’m not in Italy
They like vacation homes much more than they love me
You’re made of plastic, I’m just blood
When I was born, you were produced
I wish I was a toy
You’d say "ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha"
And you laugh
And I cry
Half of my heart is in your chest
I’m not a mama’s boy, I’d go see Italy
I’d go see Tuscany
If you could come with me
Maxi-Maxi-million, what you waiting up for?
Please come out and play with us more
Izzy, Izzy Izzybell, likes to stay in the house
Please come out and play with us now
M-A-M-A-B-O-Y
Mama’s boy, mama’s boy
M-A-M-A-B-O-Y
Mama’s boy, mama’s boy
Mama’s boy, mama’s boy
M-A-M-A-B-O-Y
Mama’s boy, mama’s boy
M-A-M-A-B-O-Y
Mama’s boy, mama’s boy
M-A-M-A-B-O-Y
Mama’s boy, mama’s boy
M-A-M-A-B-O-Y
Mama’s boy, mama’s boy